I was little when you left

It was the Holly Christmas Eve

And you gave me a kiss

You told that I was a child

And therefore couldn’t understand

Why you flew away

Why you had to leave.

Father left and as a memory

He let me

Mother’s sad cheek

And his beautiful, unknown face

In a photo

Father flew away

I waited for him beside the window

As the ice flowers

Were arising

I waited for him as the flowers

Were dying

And my tears were watering them.

Years have gone by

And father rarely came

In a while, even his face

Was fading in my memory.

But tomorrow, he will come to school

As he is urgently requested

His child is naughty

He does not want to study

And keeps on fighting

And now, for the holiday

He even stole….

I shall wait him

At the school gate

And I shall beat him

He is even worse than me

And no one reproved him

He was strong, he was big

He was handsome, he was kind

And he was my father

Why did he have to leave?