
playing between salty waves and grainy sands
while you watched with glee,
fishing and chatting away
There, in the restaurant with the giant bratwurst
where you used to fight for your right to eat pork
and enjoy a bulky glass of beer
There, near that book rack in the bookshop
where you gladly paid for any books I desired
almost never complain
There, resting on that Estee Lauder counter
while your children standing, restless
There, between vegetables and food-to-go counter
where we tease you endlessly on your weakness
of gassy grilled cassava and your shameless hobby
of trying free samples
“We’re going to buy it anyway, “was your defenses
There, in that hotel three hours drive away,
a long journey with Harry Belafonte singing
where we just sleep, eat, swim and read
being free from responsibility
summer break in this never-ending hot season
planted with trunks of memory
rained with fatherly love
fertilized with rich soiled care
who left us to soon
too fast
and would be missed
infinitely
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