POEM FOR MAY FATHER

I remember father 

 When my father was
 his image was engraved in my soul
 And his eldest son, always
 cried and cried and cried.
 That night a child fathered.
 And the wounds became scars
 that despite the years remain.
 And the image of the good man still remember
 in a myriad of beautiful days
 when the hero came home from work.
 Who am I writing you, Francisco
 your son still remembers you worked
 I kiss your hand through this poem.
 And I cried when I left.
 And I cried when you left this world.
 I keep remembering your walk overpost
 I know that someday we'll be together
 and I can hug you man to man
 and then the meeting will provide
 in the aromatic glass of red wine.....