A slam of the door
A stroke of the hair
A sound of thunder
Is everywhere
A creak on the stair
A kindness in a stare
A dare to dare
A sound of thunder
Is everywhere
A minute to spare
An hour to care
A year to fare
A worry to scare
A sound of thunder
Is everywhere
A lot here a little there
Trickles of grey in his hair
A conversation of flare
A calming down and repair
A calmer sound of thunder
Is everywhere
A smile to share
A slower pace to compare
There’s rain everywhere
Then the sun’s shone bare
He’s no longer there
Only in my memory do I bear
My father’s sound of thunder
Only my ears
Can pick the echoes from the air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Only in my memory do I bear My father’s sound of thunder Only my ears Can pick the echoes from the air. thunder as a symbol....... and wonderful rhythmic endings of your verses. so fine. it is as a poem. the pain, sufferings and scare.. well pictured.. thank you very much. tony