I close my eyes and I still see your face,
If home is where the heart is then mine is
out of place
There isn't a day that you are not in my thoughts
I miss our conversations and the storys you told
Your grandchildren begging please papa just one
More
I can still smell your scent lingere through the
House I turn my back to get a glimpse off your
FaceI
It is then that i realize that you are a memory with
Out a face
It has been six years since you have been gone
Daddy I hope that you are not cold and all alone
As you lay under your blanket of stone
April 26,1942-May 2,2001
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a great thought a great loss...life..just matter of time...wools will turn into stones..thanks for sharing...