Forty days without you by Tsvetelina Petrova traslated by Ann Wood
40 days without you ......I came again today, Dad, I sat down with you, albeit for a short while. I brought you flowers and lit a candle; I sorely bruised the black cross. It's quiet, but everything in me is screaming - you shouldn't have to do that, right? And you are gone and it hurts me terribly ... My heart is contracting like a blood wound ... What is this cruel fate that takes away our beloved beings? The insidious illness enveloped you for a moment, and in-memory so painful you became ... Too early the Lord took you from us, I think about you every day, every hour ...
I can't forget your smile warm, do you feel, Dad, my constant cry? Do you see from above how I grieve for you? It pains me that I couldn't say goodbye to you .. My words, Daddy, do you hear now? Your sad daughter's confession? .. How do I want you to be with me now, to cuddle in you like a little child ... Let's talk again like before, share, argue even ... Alas, you're gone and the candle burning ... Memory hurts, my soul burns ...
Ah, yes, Daddy, I can give you back for a moment so I can hug you tightly! ... And now I just hug my finger .. I look with sadness at the black cross... Your holy name is printed there, how will I get used to it? I do not know ... I leave a part of my heart here, it is no longer the same since you are gone ...... I know, life goes on, but the pain on the left does not go .. I can never pity you, but, know, Dad, I will love you to my fullest breath - to the end ... I miss you a lot, Dad ...
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-02-10 at 19:02
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