A letter to my father
Dear Dad!
I do not have you so much
-almost nothing is left
Only a few things have hidden
somewhere in the house.
The wooden hangers, in our wardrobes,
have forgotten you for a long time.
The leather shoes went far into the world.
There are no more documents and business cards
with sweeping signatures, on which letters
climbed sharply up and then they were falling down
and like steel bridges tied the edges of the pages
They flew away somewhere.
Everything went away and disappeared.
A few faithful items stayed with me.
They whisper about you from time to time.
Dad, visit me in my dreams, please.
Do not tell me you are busy now…
Alicja Maria Kuberska
Poland
