Reminders of childhood keep resurfacing throughout life
in the form of music, rhythms, and songs sung by Dad
while growing up.
Especially, Mack The Knife, one of my favorites back
then.
It always brings back memories of good times had,
feeling ties today with his love even glowing now from
beyond the grave.
Heart stretching happily in smiling, knowing he's still
here with me spiritually, even though not physically.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem