In My Father’s Atmosphere

 

 

 

     

 

        In My Father’s Atmosphere 

 

                

                       By Jade

           

 

I know you are still here

otherwise, how could a crisp call before dawn

blurted out from me, and

for several days?

you must have wanted to hear me

calling you “dad” again

 

 

I sit at the breakfast table in the morning 

on the left is your seat, and the mug 

that I gave you last Father's Day

I used to warm up a bowl of soy milk for you

then quietly shared a fritter 

sometimes, I made a pot of dough drop soup 

we both ate wholeheartedly, face to face 

but now, only a bowl of cold cereal

catching my tears

 

 

These days, I fell asleep on the sofa in the living room

your smell is still there, also on the blanket, and books

in this world, and in the coming years

I would never find the smell of my father again

let me enjoy the last few peaceful night sleep 

in my father’s atmosphere 

                  

 

                

                        

                            2019.9.6

 

 

 

 

 

      《在父亲的氛围中》

 

 

             文/天朝玉

 

 

我知道 你还在

否则 一声清脆的呼唤 

怎能在黎明前 从我嘴里脱口而出 

而且 连续几日？

你一定又想听我叫你 ”爸爸” 了

 

早晨 我坐在饭桌上

左侧是你的座位 和父亲节送给你的茶杯

我习惯了 为你热一碗豆奶

然后 静静地与你分吃一根油条

有时 我做一锅我们都爱吃的面疙瘩汤 对喝

可是现在 只有一碗冰冷的 cereal 

接住滚烫的眼泪

 

这几天 我躺在客厅里的沙发上睡着了

沙发上还残留着你的气味, 毯子和书上也是

在这个世界上 此后漫长的岁月里

我再也寻不到 掬不起 

父亲的气息了

就让我最后 在父亲的氛围中

安睡几日

 

 

 

               

                 2019.9.6