任琬洁：爸爸的枕头，爸爸的味道

Staring at your photo, I see you, warm smile that bares six teeth;

Playing your memos, I hear you, weak voice that gives me strength;

Handling your pillow, I smell you, unpleasant odor that I'm afraid to loose;

Reaching out my arms, I can't feel you, desolation devours me deep beneath.

I miss your sunshine that brightened my path,

I miss your brotherhood that gratefully I hath,

I miss your naïveté that purified my soul,

I miss your fatherhood that helped me grow.

吴耘女士题记：昨晚琬洁枕着东来用过的枕头，又写了一首英文诗，现寄给你们。题目不妨就叫“爸爸的枕头，爸爸的味道”。琬洁虽然不太爱读书，但思维敏捷，诗歌是五分钟内完成的，可能经不起推敲，请大家不要用专业的眼光阅读。