I heard his foot on the concrete path
And the stones against his shoes
His smoker’s cough
His crooked back
Daddy is coming and visit me.
I opened the door and there
He was. Staring at something I could not see,
I called out for him and he
Looked at me.
Daddy and I started walking together.
We sat in front of the window
With some tea and cookies
Something was on his mind, though
He seemed a bit clearer today.
Daddy is too silent now.
He stayed there for some time
Did not move. Only gazed,
But then something in his eyes changed.
He wanted to tell a story
But Daddy could not speak.
He sat in his velvet chair, despair in his eyes
And I just stood there, crying
Because my brave father had failed
And my childhood dream faded away.
Daddy did not succeed.
Finally, when his suffering came to an end
He could finally close his eyes
But I couldn’t close mine
As I was a child, he was a hero
Who always knew what to say.
-.-Love
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