Fathering
"I recall your voice when
-you shouted: ‘He is bum.'"
"Have tried to forget but my son
-that insult can never leave my mind
-firm it is in heart as a carving on a rock.
Am afraid of the day that you too
-may hear
-the same thing from mouth of someone.
That moment, already, has shattered my poor heart.
Have you turned a father? I don't know
-am sure that shall feel me, when become.
That moment will ring bells
-in series
-each of them an insult
-that will sound
-hot-mark-rod when burning
-the skin
I pray to God and good hearts and the cosmos
-ask them to forgive you and love you
These words came from a father in a corner
-lonely he
-was assured of the walls and ears
Clouds shaped of his sighs,
-and tears; when murmured
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem