Yes my father loves me!

My father don’t tell that he loves me
But when I suffer
He turns his back to me
He reproaches my mother
He watches me in glances
He considers me in secrete
He suffers in silence
He prays for me in each of his breaths

And after the trouble
He taps me on the back of the neck
He congratulates me louder
He looks me now
He mocks my mother who get upset
He prays for me every evening
He gets amused of me
He troubles my games and embarrasses me

And me
I always look to him
I see him struggling and surviving
I hear him selling his life to redeem mine
I pray
I am merely my father’s son