The litlle plane

I was in a hurry;

my plane was about to take off

and I was late.

In that helter-skelter

I didn’t do any attention to my little son

that askd me with a piece of paper in your hand:

_Daddy, do me a little plane!

_No way! I don’t have time!

Was my hard answer, at the right time.

Daddy, start it... I’ll make the rest...

He has persisted in his innocence,

without to perceive

neither that I was in a rush

nor to his annoyance...

-No! I’ve said again, fírmly!

But soon I’ve understood what I’ve really done:

I saw that child, my son,went away,unhappy, to his world.

I’ve sttoped everything...

I’ve embraced him and I’ve done his little plane!!

Then, my prize have came just right,

in his sweet hapiness smile:

_Daddy, it flies!

In the runway,

I’ve really embraced him again,

my son, that embraced himself his new little toy:

Daddy, its yours! Take it to you,

for you don’t forget me.

With the most wonderful smile

that his four little years old could offer me

I’ve received his caress...

And didn’t forget forever!

I was speechless and I’ve cried...

In fact, it was the best gift that I’ve never got.

In fact, it was the most beautiful love act

that I’ve never felt...