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
《在父親的氛圍中》
文/天朝玉
我知道 你還在
否則 一聲清脆的呼喚
怎能在黎明前 從我嘴裏脫口而出
而且 連續幾日?
你一定又想聽我叫你 ”爸爸” 了
早晨 我坐在飯桌上
左側是你的座位 和父親節送給你的茶杯
我習慣了 為你熱一碗豆奶
然後 靜靜地與你分吃一根油條
有時 我做一鍋我們都愛吃的麵疙瘩湯 對喝
可是現在 隻有一碗冰冷的 cereal
接住滾燙的眼淚
這幾天 我躺在客廳裏的沙發上睡著了
沙發上還殘留著你的氣味, 毯子和書上也是
在這個世界上 此後漫長的歲月裏
我再也尋不到 掬不起
父親的氣息了
就讓我最後 在父親的氛圍中
安睡幾日
2019.9.6
謝謝!問好!