The way you wear your hat
The way he wore his hat,
the way he spoke with a gentle irony when someone challenged him,
the way he gazed with his blue eyes that had seen so much suffering in his young years,
the way he moved, calmly, the way he smiled,
made him one of the most elegant men I met in my life. And he was mine. My dad.
I would like to say like the old song:
The memory of all that
No, no they can’t take that away from me
No, they can’t take that away from me.
They really can’t daddy . You’re in my memory every day of my life, looking at me with your blue eyes, wispering me words of wisdom, smiling at me. Smile daddy. Now nobody can make you suffer any more.