Hands outstretched,
Barefoot,
She runs towards him,
In sweetest of greeting.
After a long weary day,
She is his self, his anchor,
Brunette tresses bouncing to and fro.
Soft lips stretched in laughter,
She is all he never wanted,
She is all he wished to have…………..
Small face trusting
As he lifts her up,
His princess,
His perfection,
Who puts every nerve of his
In splendid elation…
“Dad” she chimes
And bends to kiss his cheek,
Before her lips touch his skin,
Before he is enveloped in her sweet scent,
A curtain drops,
He wakes
Pining for things
That could never be
Longing for her
But she never exists
Outside his dream………………………
Beautiful but very sad and poignant. Always a great loss when a child is lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad yet beautiful poem. I loved it. I invite you read and comment and give any suggestions.