Past

My daughter in the kite 5/10/20

My daughter, my other half,
Close your eyes as I cry in grief
For in a million times, I see you laugh,
Do not witness me continuing to pitifully live

Oh I will miss your skills in navigation,
You are my right hand, you are my sailor,
You knew where the wind blows and when the flowers bloom,
You flew together with the kite as if you were a pilot

It didn't matter to you how I grieved,
You just continued helding me up in a platform,
Smiling to me together with the wind
And you didn't want me to go, you wanted me home

Forgive me my daughter but I'll have to go,
I needed to let go of my pain and anguish,
Farewell for now, I'll have to leave you alone,
I don't want to see you suffering and punished

Oh how sad are my tears as I regret my past,
I came home just as you really wished and wanted
But all I see is your orange kite and your pink flower pot
And you were there, I lost you, I grieved

My daughter, the wind is beautiful,
It is never chilling, it is perfect for kiting
But as I see the clouds, I see you,
I'm sorry, if only I was there for you, you might be happily living

But I knew you were always whispering and hugging me,
Do not worry my daughter, you will always be my other half,
I will forever play your kite and feel the windy atmosphere
For when I perceive the clouds, I always see my daughter in the kite.

...daughter in the kite, a poem of a father regretting his past when he left his daughter in order to find cure to his daughter's sickness...