Francisco da Silva Mendes

In memoriam to my father who departed last March 14 - Day of Poetry .

Francis was born to Julia and Emidio , Portugal , on July 30, 1935 .
Shone on a beautiful day in Sao Paulo , Brazil .
We have learned to live with his Portuguese way of being .
Of course today is resting in the arms of the Father ( GOD ) .
Brooding , jealous , cautious seller of goodies .
 Imagined in his poems verses of Mary .
Homesick for his homeland , wanted to have returned more to Portugal .
Affectionate in his own way he loved to live 5 grandchildren .
Obviously , met in heaven with grandson Gabriel .
Properly summary of sadness for your loss.
That's life , we caught a train in any season ,
We sat on the side of people , and see others come and go .
Imagine the pain of departure, leave some longing .
Sorry word translation - miss - a strong feeling .
Wandering in our hearts .
So is pain , a loss that turned into love.
Many children who do not talk to your parents , try to rethink
Always hoped that she may arrive at any time .
Right now you think you ever said : - How much loved .
Once part nostalgia is painful , stirs the emotions .
Hopes are reborn in God's forgiveness .
Francisco missed , my dear father .
Teka Castro , SP March 25, 2014 .