What a simple action. Modern poetry

I dreamed about you last night, dad.

Dreaming of your sallow and emaciated face

I dreamed that I used my hands.

Gently along your cheek.

Touch, and this action.

You were born after me.

Every inch of my body

How many times? How many times?

What a simple action.

My feelings for my daughter.

I see, that is love.

That's great' fatherly love'

That's comfort, worry, expectation, concern-

What a simple action.

I know, there is no need to pay back.

And I ignored it.

How important is this?

It is difficult for children to move their parents.

Until last night, I felt guilty.

Until last night, this wish came true.

I use my hands.

Touch your old face

You've been gone for so many years.

I can finally touch your face.

In a wonderful dream

I was in tears.