Hey dad
I am not Plath to
Talk of your black boots
And in fact
You never wore such shame…
You had guts instead
Manly knife in pocket
With that you ran a life
Cut trees and shrubs
Got rid of obsessives
Smoothened gravels…
Yes daddy I recall
Hot summers with sunshine
Cold winters and dark nights
Regardless of which one
You worked hard.
Your hands were sandpaper
Heels of feet had gorges
You melted fat, dropped
In valleys and the cuts
And never complained
No single um, or ouch…
Daddy, you
Were and are
Greatest role model
Will remain at all times.
Hey daddy please come
Let us ride the old rides
I need your mentorship.
On back of the donkey
I feel the strength of mountain
When you show, teach and say:
"See foxes by mountain? "
I did not dare fear
I had my role model…
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