It still amazes me.
I am a father.
How time flies.
I see your photograph - a baby
and I wonder -
what sort of father am I?
Perhaps I should pay more attention
to the fleeting moments that pass by.
Scold less and smile more
You tug at my sleeves.
I look down.
You are pointing.
Yes, it has rained.
My mind drifts back to life,
problems that define life
not realizing that the moment passed
the rainbow disappeared,
lost for ever.
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