Herşey Barış İçin, 13 Haziran 2003

Hüseyin Irkad

 

I'm a Father

They say it’s my day
15th June if not everday
My sons day in and out
I was here as your father
You did not let time steal
My joy that flowers in my heart still
I am a father again more than yesterday
My pride is mountain high
Emotions erupt in my heart
Look at me and see
Why my lips quiver with this sigh
Let me be a father the year round
Do not squeeze
My joy of fatherhood to the minutes of a day
Age sometimes escapes my memory
I forget you have well passed your boyhood
Flying reminiscences carry me
To days you were toddling in the street
My means were short
I could buy you no pants
Neither toys
Yet you filled the street I treaded
With your laughter and joy
A broken bıcyle wheel was your car
A broomstick your horse
Excalibur could not break your wooden sword
I taught you to share these
Nothing more could I afford

Is it my day today my sons
Time can heal pains
But the wound continues to bleed
Years ago
Your hands that held
Pens and books to write and peruse
Some people gave you rifles
To shoot Cyriots you did not know
You were both Cypriots
Cypriots you were not let know
Twenty eight years have gone by
You are still in Cyprus
Our home broken apart
Not allowed to embrace the other Cyriot
In our broken and divided island

Years have not been easy to carry
I am still a father
You are still my dear sons
I could not built the home
The common fatherland
I painted in my heart;
A home for Cypriots all
To embrace each other as brothers
Now I as a father with many sons
Ever growing in number
To fill with love my eternal land

Thank you my sons thanks to you all
You have brought me new sons
Sotos and Nicos,
Daughters Christina and Elpida
Know you all Cypriots
When they embraced me
I had tears in my eyes

I do not want one single day
I want to live the year as a father
Don’t bring me shirts or ties
Just fetch me the lost years
Stolen from us
Let tomorrow be
Foundation to an ever growing strong tie

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