《by Thomas Heise》
My birthright I have traded for a petal dress
and a summer eulogy． I have pawned my soul
for this opal ring， the color of a pale， taxidermied eye．
If I could carry calla lilies on my shoulder once more
Father's Day
父亲节
Over the years
多年来，
As we grow old,
A Blooming Tree
May Buddha let us meet
in my most beautiful hours，
I have prayed for it
for five hundred years
Only a dad with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or fame
To show how well he has played the game;
But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
Be kind to thy father, for when thou wert young,
Who loved thee so fondly as he?
He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue,
And joined in thy innocent glee.
A Dad is a person who is loving and kind,
