šTraces of My Fatherš
Wooden stairs still hold your shadow in dreams
I wait for you where young heartās memory gleams
Moonlight spills across the room where Iād watch for your beams
Screen doors stand tall where your chess pieces once played
I won at kung fu films while you shook head and stayed
Your gift of boards and books ā wisdom you conveyed
Youād scold me for roaming far from our door
Yet pay me well when I washed your clothes with care
Knew every car, every sum ā sharp as morningās air
Cigarette glow marks gates where youād abide
Waited through all my games till Iād step to your side
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