Poezja

Today I stood at my father’s grave
in the rain,
took a few photographs
and still it was difficult
and strange to say goodbye
and like always
I would have wanted it different.
 
From my childhood days
I cannot let animals
and people go
and the loss wrings through me.
 
He’s is already buried for forty three years
and still I miss him
and cannot get answers to reason why
destiny knocks some people down
and let other be.