I don’t know why I always reach for the things that’s gone,
And everyone always tells me to just keep strong.
But their questions only badger,
Cutting clearly like a dagger.
But they do not know, they can only attest,
While we have this sore inside that differs from the rest.
You do not even get a friendly warning,
Just family members waking you early in the morning.
Only heartless people can do such a deed,
They can’t realize a dad is a little boys need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem