The song of my father

I am your blood,
my tears are witness
I who misses you in a song
the last we shared

all that’s left now is myself
incomplete without accent
I hear the fading of your voice

a memory becoming mute

you gave me a name
a place where I belong
I was between many

now a lot less.

© Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere
25/09/2014