I have no daughter
Like a tree having no leaf
No warmth that I feel
Especially in winter
No shade to hide myself
In each heated summer
But I am still a father
With feathers to teach my sons to fly
No, I do not know how to fly
Either do I want them to walk like me
But they are boys more like me
Day by day, the way they behave
And I am still thinking
About a life with a daughter