It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was. >>
The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, >>
God owns heaven but He craves the earth. >>
It no longer bothers me that I may be constantly searching for father >>
I watched a small man with thick calluses on both hands work fifteen a >>
An angry father is most cruel toward himself. >>
It doesn't matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.