He wrote a letter (№ 213724)

He wrote a letter without an addressee.
"Why? Where?" didn't recognize anyone.
In the line ink was visible: the Pope.
He went out, taking with him a coat.
He goes in silence, in thought immersed,
And on the way bought flowers
He's like from reality repulsed,
Goes-wanders on a road of emptiness.
Finally, he came to the place
Where so carried the flowers and the letter.
And he remembered suddenly how he played in childhood,
And how it was fun and warm.
He walked quietly to his grave,
Those flowers that I bought, quietly put
And whispered, "Thanks, dad, for everything, we have not forgotten
When you have so dearly loved"...
He put the letter and walked to the side
And a few minutes quietly stood,
Then, gathered and said loudly:
"Rest in peace, dad, I didn't forget."