The Cold Breeze

And his eyes smiled,

then he lighted up a cigarette,

Looked up at the sky,

and began to narrate.

A man of experience he was,

although the last time I saw him,

He had just lived half a century.

Have you seen a man

going to war while he was 14?

A bullet hole was on his face,

healed through the time,

but left it's mark obviously.

The war made him older than he was,

although he was always glad

to see his country survive.

A beautiful villa he had,

near the heights of Damavand.

Playful summer days of a naughty child,

swimming in the lake,

the smell of fried fish,

the raindrops on the balcony,

I still can remember.

He was the loyal son of nature,

and the nature took it's son cruelly.

The soft beard he had,

the smell of smoking,

The black suit he used to wear,

these are the floating things in my mind

that I remember of him, of past.

Everytime I think of him,

A cold breeze I feel,

In my veins, in my heart.

I wish he could see that naughty child,

going through new challenges,

and support me in my happiness,

to make more sweet memories.

Author's Note

My father had a friend called Moses, he was like an uncle to me. I miss him greatly, as he passed away 4 years ago. He was a soldier of Iran-Iraq war.