My father is dead
and I loved him.
Life carries on
but he's dead
and all that I was,
is not there anymore
because he is not there,
to open the door
at eleven in the morning
and just say to me,
it is time do you think
for a glass of the red
and to sit on the bench
and discuss what is said
My father is dead
and I loved him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Couldn't fail to say.....sorry for your loss.....this seems like a great tribute to someone who really knew how to Make you feel loved and alive. Best wishes to you I fear my father is not long for this world