"Father"
Always the one who asks for nothing in return, always the pillar behind us

1
I still remember the time when my father's shadow was cast on the water VAT
It was summer and the trees outside the old house were bearing fruit
Not a single beam of light remains in vain
Their teasing little hands and me swaying in the water
I secretly looked at my father
It is golden with a tinge of red
Like persimmons
At that time, I still didn't understand the tenacity of a persimmon when it loses its astringency
2
Father often contends with the sun in a hot and vigorous manner
I think that lonely orange tree can bear witness
The father was gathering wood beside it
Drag, stumble, drag
Block poverty again
3
Everything is orange and yellow, and Father's eyebrows have become thick tassels
I wipe my hands and go to get it
The concrete grains were scattered
Suddenly, no one spoke
It is the eternal solitude of autumn
4
Later, the father always attempted to transfer his soul
From soil to wheat straw
From wood to soybeans
From hands to machines
Eventually, it turned into a can of ash and was sent back to the soil
Let's have another dream
I saw that my father was thinner than the crescent moon
Even a broken willow branch cannot bear the weight of a single rain
5
I returned and left with tears streaming down my face
Hide my father in my sun
Pawn youth to the moon in a foreign land
And every dusk breaks the axis of time
Father and I are looking at each other
About the Creator
Luna
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Comments (1)
You have written about ''Father'' wonderfully in this poem.