I wish I could be cold blooded
That I could see devastating death
Without feeling as if I was dying myself
As I look at that special family photo
Sitting forlornly on that cluttered shelf,
I wish I could see war and famine
Without fear and caring in equal measure
Without realizing love is the greatest treasure
Not knowing what I'd lost when my father died
The tears consuming me when I hopelessly tried,
To make the future happy where I once cried
To see every day as a happy achievement
But the planet keeps torturously spinning
Time a constant to be always winning
When it seems time has stolen from me,
I wish I could accept the bad and ugly
That I could see upsetting cuts and wounds
Where I'd feel only the detachment of a nurse
That my tragic father's death was just another day
But my loving and funny dad has gone and I'll always pray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem