last time I saw you sober
you were on strong knees, taking me to school
hours passed and i found you ill
don't break me down, I said
but you were falling so fast
Hello my half time dady
how are you?
do you feel this earth anymore?
dying young was your best art
i found no gallery to show it to all, but my chest, and I show it to no one
there came people to say you gone
don't leave me now, I said
but you were ascending so far
this is your spring breeze singing
don't get into trouble Baharak
dady is watching
dady is caring
dady is praying
dady's been working full time, for you, for all days and nights, till end of the time
i like your poem, though i'm not sure that i'm interpreting the last stanza correctly. are you saying dady is dead but 'working' for your benefit from 'Heaven'? here 'we' spell this alternate name for father........daddy/Daddy, shortened to dad/Dad. welcome to PH. let me look at another of your poems. bri ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sensitive approach to daddy's reminiscence.nicely written