Where do I go...after.
Father was a big man...
Deep prints, worn path...
'This way, daughter, '
His beautiful laughter.
Aw. I'm guessing you're (almost) as lucky as me with your dad.A beautiful, succinct memory/tribute. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine and moving tribute. Your dad opened his arms and released a treasure to a grateful world.