A World Cup Without My Father Poem by Rodion Myshkin
A World Cup Without My Father
It's been months since his passing
Yet thoughts leading to him, are they trespassing?
I was born into the borders Brazil and Argentina,
Hearing glory days of yore,
Maradona, a scorceror like no other,
Pele, a wizard of whom wide-mouthed I heard,
Unable to choose sides or love more.
I have grown with these quadrennial cups,
From '94 to 2018, followed the scene,
By mimicking mom & cheering
To plotting tactics with dad & finally fighting,
With brother staying the calmest in crisis.
Haven't we all cheered,
fought, shouted, scolded, pleaded
And even cried?
Well, I have with my family.
And this year, the cycle goes on
Only, without my dad around.
Loved this poem. Your love for your father, for soccer, your loss… I think I can understand! And soccer, we all love. May I invite you to read my poem "Pullavur World Cup 2022"? Thank you.
Thank you. I am humbled. Please do share the poem. I tried searching it, but couldn't get it
Reading your poem I am reminded of that song 'Dance With My Father' sung by Luther Vandross. Your dad will be with you in spirit, enjoy the games.
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I would like to translate this poem
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We didn't watched the World Cup, but my Dad and I would watch Tv mysteries, those were the best times I had
Thank you for your response. Yeah, we all have a lot of good times to remember.