The Secret Heart

Robert P. Tristram Coffin

Across the years he could recall

His father one way best of all.

In the stillest hour of night

The boy awakened to a light.

Half in dreams, he saw his sire

With his great hands full of fire.

The man had struck a match to see

If his son slept peacefully.

He held his palms each side the spark

His love had kindled in the dark.

His two hands were curved apart

In the semblance of a heart.

父亲当年有一事，

多年以后记得真。

已是更深夜正静，

小儿醒来有光明。

梦回时分见老爸，

彤彤红火满手映。

划根火柴仔细瞧，

宝宝是否睡得稳。

巴掌挡在火星旁，

爱火暗中立升腾。

双手拱起作一状，

不似别物只似心。