Little Lucy knows that when her Daddy shows
He would bring her kisses that would make her face glow
Beautifully her dress on the pavement flow
As she plays with her Daddy in the field of snow.
Little Lucy knows that when her Daddy leaves
It would break her heart and everybody grieves
The days would be long, as if stolen by the thieves
But her Daddy goes home this very same eve.
Now Little Lucy's dad is ill and weak
He cannot go back to his workplace this week
On his bed he lays and in stillness he would squeak
To Little Lucy's ear "I love you" he would speak.
To her room she enters and in the corner she sits
The light is dim and silently she weeps
A sigh is heard and a little prayer seeps
Hoping her dad wakes after a very long sleep.
She looked to the sky, above floats the dark cloud
Strong wind blows as she puts on a shroud
Heavy rain drops making tiny rivers to the ground
As she leaves the place, where her Dad's memory surround.
El poeta que nunca seré...
7 months ago
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