Agim Bacelli

Rookie (03/14/1951 / Albania)

Father - Poem by Agim Bacelli


Over me you stood erected like a Giant Maple tree
Above your shadow, only a green fresh sapling, me
Often complaining about you shading, teasing, lighting
The capricious, playing sunrise I needed to see striking

You were on my way when I felt playing with the storm
Never allowed me to size myself with the goddess and horn
You fenced me with your iron reason and so
Your lips pronouncing very often the word 'No'

Father, childishly those moments, sometimes
A little I let my tongue slipped perhaps
You never got tired with me being a firing gun
Sweetly, tirelessly reminding me 'I love you Son'

How would I've known that you were on a way to heaven walking?
Alone, down the hill along Gurra, the light of aurora stroking
The chilly sun of that sad winter still blisters my skin
And the light wind throws me to the ground and makes me spin.

Going with life for more than two decades, missing you
Realizing, a father could be only one like you
Accepting that sun, light and air for me were you, dad
And being a fool not thinking life continues without you, sad? !

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2009

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