Dada In My Mind

From the streets of Tirana to the rivers in Podgorica,

You are always on my mind,

My Dada who left me so soon how long you stay in my heart,

I wonder everyday what you might think about what i’m doing,

I remember that you loved me no matter what,

I think about the pain you went through before you left,

I remember that you were taught,

I wonder if i'll ever be able to see you again,

I remember that you are always with me in spirit,

I thank you for teaching me kindness and respect,

To take joy in the little things and to not stress myself out,

I thank you for your patients,

Even when I ruined the silence in Agja’s house,

You saved me from deserved scoldings,

I thank you for everything,

Especially your love.

 

- Anthony Ljuljdjurovic

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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