Enjoying songs of the past, Santa Lucia, Mack the Knife,
remembering hearing and listening to my Dad singing me
to sleep at night.
Waking in the morning for school and other times throughout
the hours of the day and night, his voice like Mario Lanza's,
full, touching my heart, filling it with his love in these
special little moments of childhood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem