This poem is dedicated to all daughters who lost their fathers at cruel war.

In the morning – after a sad day
There were some flowers – bloomed in my garden
Though it is not winter
The sky looked pretty dark than ever…
A rainbow emerged in the sky
Told me its not going to rain
But I can feel some thing is missing
That made my whole world so isolated…
I thought it’s merely a feeling
But the calmness was spread all over
It is a morning without the sun
Like the evil has swallowed the entire world……
I hesitated that the sun would shine
Into the garden of blooming blood-red poppies
Then I thought it is better the sun don’t come out
And I wish these poppies never bloom anywhere again……
In my dreams I see him, waving at me
From the heaven where there are angels of peace
I saw him coming towards me in a sad mood
With a bunch of blood-red poppies
He told me in a very sad and deep voice
“Don’t let these poppies bloom again my dear….”
I miss him very much right now
And I’ll be missing him forever and ever…………………
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