Making the most of ordinary days
Yearning for my father's voice
Forgetting nothing of his tenderness
An allegiance to reciting his songs
Time has turned my hair slightly towards his gray
How a daughter moves with the heaviness of an orphaned heart
Expecting the ten o'clock call that no longer comes
Remembering the man who loved and raised my soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem