To My Father

 

I Fy Nhad

 

Edrychaist mor hapus

Yn dy weithdy gyda’r cyn

A minnau’n meddwl

Fy mod i’n gerddor

Neu ryw fath o wleidydd

 

Cymerais rhy hir i ddeall

Ar ôl dy farwolaeth drist

Mai bardd ydwyf a dim mwy

Nawr rwy’n cerfio geiriau

Er mwyn dy ddilyn di.

 

 

TO MY FATHER

 

In the workshop with your chisels

You seemed at peace with the world

And I thought I was somebody,

A singer and musician

Or some kind of politician.

 

Took me too long to find out

I was a poet through and through,

So now I carve words non stop,

Just to try and take after you.

 

David Subacchi

  

David Subacchi was born in Wales (UK) of Italian roots and studied at the University of Liverpool. David has 4 published collections of his English Language poetry and one in Welsh. His work has appeared in many literary magazines and anthologies worldwide.