Mom drives to the soccer field,
in our blue Explorer truck
and I asked,"Where is dad?"
She answers,"He is not coming tonight".
Anger and sadness spread to my veins
of hearing you weren't coming.
"He has to work", my mom says,
"He arrives too tired".
The game begins and I'm thinking of you
wondering why haven't you come.
We're losing 2 to 1.
I can't stop thinking of you.
Luis ties the game and we all celebrate;
the game… Continue