With your sweet voice you call me at night, you ask me to sit so we can chat.. We talk about your day and mine, discussing theories, the day’s events, we talk about this and that...
Sometimes we argue, because of your pills residue... “no more” you say, “no more, it is bitter”, “but you have to Dad, it will make you better”... but I taste the water and it is not sweet, and my heart goes sad and bitter. You kept these chocolates every where, loved your delights, klaicha and sweet pies...
you said “in my young days, I lived on Mars, when broke my leg, and started seriously to study maths”. I came home without you, that day, and your sweets were still everywhere...
In all our photos together, your arms around me, protecting me forever. Then years pass by, my arms around you “give me a hug Dad, so we can walk”...
my last hug, they asked me to let go, they pulled you away, and you let go... I saw you go...
I miss you Dad, and for a while I couldn’t walk, needed your arms to hold me back. I miss you Dad and cry you every night, but I live the day, your daughter I am in every way...
I love you so much, it has been a year, but as if I saw you go today...
