文 胡军飞 2021年正月初六晨9：40
In Memory of My Father
Today is your eighty-fifth birthday.
I flip through a family photo album
and see that the photos that shows us all together
were taken only on my birthdays.
Of course, if you were here today,
we could take a photo anytime;
but you are gone.
At Festival time
Mother told me it was your birthday;
But I only wanted to set off the fireworks.
I never said, “I love you.”
You kept the quilt Grandma made
for all those years;
I wear the suit you chose for me,
I keep the tie you knotted for me,
To travel anywhere
I write these words
so as not to forget you.
Your love is a like a lighthouse
Protecting me and lighting my way into a hopeful future.
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