Preamble to father´s day. Original poem of reflection.


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Preamble to father´s day.

How many children of the world
are waiting for this day
with an illusion in the soul
and very happy they stay
until sunday finally arrives
and receive the clearest ray!

But there are other sad children
because their parents are in another nation
struggling to send them money
and thus fulfill their obligation,
for which, it is a true sacrifice
that does not reach satisfaction.

Sunday will come with bitterness
and there will be no caresses or kisses,
even when a box of gifts
I arrived with the sad blisses,
father who cries, suffers, laments,
father who feels, shut up and misses.

An innocent face awaits
for a toy that will arrive alone
through a commission in the distance
of a worried father who has gone
and that with the heart asks God
that everything is well done.


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