the people who knew my father Poem by Dumitru Crudu

the people who knew my father knew a strong and courageous man. I don't resemble him one little bit. I've come to realise this with every passing day since he died. today I saw the lad who once came to my house to beat me up and my father went out of the gate and belted him one and after that I didn't see him for two decades, but today I saw him again. I saw him in the graveyard, at his father's grave. he didn't dare come up to me
because behind me was my father's
grave.