My father

  
In this regular sunny day,
I have an important thing to say.
Keep the previous poems aside.
Now, I'm going to talk of my dad.

Sometimes confusion is what you feel
when you have a wound unhealed.
No one can truly understand
what you really think in your mind.

But acceptation is the solution
to start real life's construction.
And that's what he said to me
once when I talked to him.

I would like him to know,
that the family is still on road.
His daughter is growing good
and I see her on Sundays too.

Past memories remain on my head,
lots of things he wanted me to learn.
The times of my sweet childhood,
when nothing around could become painful.

So we are distant these days
but my fate is still on the way.
For the time being I have to say
everyone here miss your presence.

I'd like to meet you once more
the day I'll visit heaven's shore.
I know for sure he will be there
because a father is who always cares.

I'm not going to say "goodbye".
I will say "see you next time".
Although you are not at my side
you are still part of my life.