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 sleep nights
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 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
