A hundred years

A hundred years have passed

since you came and

a hundred millennia have passed

since we came.

It feels warm and good

to remember you in all

your forms and avatars:

father, son, grandfather, husband, brother,

actor, director

but above all the teacher

with mother's heart

and father's iron hand.

The world yearns for

that touch of affection 

which comes unannounced.

Centuries will pass

and we will be no more

yet the touch of

love and affection will

remain alive

beyond centuries.