Is this how your garden grows in secret too.
Daddies and Mums little girl.
Is the ocean floor filled with fingers
that dance and toes that move the air?
I am he of whom you think,
and think you don't when I am gone.
Your mother when she smiles and clever does.
Your father he is Greek so I confess I won't.
Could I but love one sky.
I long to raise and share the donkey milk.
Sunday aches when more than money is involved.
The art of war a book I read,
and on the beach alone before I come.
Overhead the moon each azimuth seams transparent,
and silence is by dad I'm told on how to eat a peach.
P.S.
Keep in mind
that heaven is a different sign - to my only daughter.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem