A deadly smoke that consumes it all
A rotten curse from father to son
Why Dad he said and a broken cry was heard
A greater disaster than anything
Like the rising almighty dawn he now is gone
He left us memories to share and spare
An ambivalence feeling in the air
The men that could do everything
From father to son I fall below
As soon as you grow you’ll feel better
Remembering a grandpa, father
Leaving us with memories to cherish
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem