To my father

We have already come a long way
By different paths.
You already in the final homeland.
Me, wandering hesitantly
By these rough roads.
And I still look for you
In a forgotten corner,
Behind a half-open door,
To ask you that advice
You never denied me.
But is not there where I find you.
There, only memories live
Treasured with care
Life dwells
in other places.
You come to me suddenly.
When I least expect you
Knocking softly
At the gates of my heart,
With your smiling look
And an answer to my concern.
You are like one of the three Magi
Arriving at night
When nobody sees them
and sometimes
you make me cry.




Author: Olga Brajnović

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