After all these years
the two of them,
one of them alive
the other dead,
scare me still
despite the prayers.
It’s been that way
since childhood.
I love them both.
I’m deeply grateful
for all they’ve done.
Always will be.
But I don’t think Dad,
dead for decades,
would understand.
I hope God does.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem