Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Plea

Don't tell my father I died today
Wouldn't want him feeling sad
Wouldn't want him waiting by the door
Wouldn't want his kisses scattered around the floor

Don't tell my father I died today
Wouldn't want him sitting by himself
Wouldn't want him listening to my mother yell
Wouldn't want him dying a little each day

Don't tell my father I died today
Wouldn't want him struggling to find himself
Wouldn't want him starting a conversation that never ends
Wouldn't want him wondering how to love himself

Don't tell my father I died today
Wouldn't want him waiting by the door
Wouldn't want him feeling incomplete
Wouldn't want him wondering what to eat

Don't tell my father I died today
Wouldn't want him reading to himself
Wouldn't want him wondering how to be a man
Wouldn't want him to forget the meaning of his name

Don't tell my father I died today
Wouldn't want him finding loneliness
Wouldn't want him driving to this grave
Wouldn't want him meeting me this way
So please, don't tell my father I died today

1 comment:

aashú said...

Hola, Sussy. Te escribe Ariadna Vásquez porque me interesa incluirte en una antología de poesía dominicana para una revista de la UNAM en México. Por favor, si te interesa escríbeme al correo caliope15@gmail.com (entregaré la antología este jueves así que tengo un poco de prisa) Espero tu correo.