It was just a look, upon his face, <br />But whenever I saw it, I knew my place. <br />Popi never hit me, he didn't have to. <br />Just a look on his face, told me what to do. <br /> <br />Very early in life my popi taught me, <br />By that look on his face, I could readily see. <br />There were no beatings, and I loved him for that, <br />And all that he taught me, I never regret. <br /> <br />In another time, I can still see his face, <br />In a time where children, always knew their place. <br />I do miss my popi, but he lives within me, <br />Because in my children, his face I do see. <br /> <br />1/27/11 Alton Texas<br /><br />Juan Olivarez<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-look-on-his-face/
