I plucked a wildflower

Written by my father, translated by me

I plucked a wildflower from my resting place   

And it was blue, as if it wore my name, my face   

But I was startled suddenly by a snake   

Who slinked across the path with one tail shake   

   

I plucked a wildflower from my grave, behind   

And in silence, my daughter came to mind   

Where are you now? The wave swept you away   

In a velvety evening, an eve of dew and ray   

I was penetrated by a pouring rain   

And for a moment, somehow, I felt alive again   

Sensing me, the worms began to rave   

I plucked a wildflower from my grave.   

And a chorus of crickets kicked off a singsong   

Climbing up the wall I danced away, so long!   

There's no death in life, no need to feel so sad,   

I would've come back already if it were all that bad   

There were a few I didn't know among the mourners    

I asked myself where they came from, what far corners    

The crowd was small, such pity! Some were sad   

To those who cried, I smiled and waved a tad.   

I left countless bills behind me, heavy debts   

Come over, I'll pay them back, you bet!   

I stare at you across the big divide   

With obvious advantage: no interest on this side 

Detail from the oil painting that is used for the cover of Home

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