For my father

For my father
Written: © Maxima

He had never seen – the first steps of his boy,
Nor did he hear the words even stroked the hair .. .
He never failed to catch that boy smiles.
Because immediately after birth is seriously ill,
And he died.
Leaving.
Plowing and black birds.
That boy. recognize them in his message,
And he died. Never again to us not to come back.
And we touched the song, nor wistful hands,
And gone forever. with. heart is filled with pain ..
His son never smile – not touched his father’s eyes