Robert P. Tristram Coffin 佚名（譯）

Across the years he could recall

His father one way best of all.

In the stillest hour of night

The boy awakened to a light.

Half in dreams， he saw his sire

With his great hands full of fire.

The man had struck a match to see

If his son slept peacefully.

He held his palms each side the spark

His love had kindled in the dark.

His two hands were curved apart

In the semblance of a heart.

父親當年有一事，

多年以后記得真。

已是更深夜正靜，

小兒醒來有光明。

夢回時分見老爸，

彤彤紅火滿手映。

劃根火柴仔細瞧，

寶寶是否睡得穩(wěn)。

巴掌擋在火星旁，

愛火暗中立升騰。

雙手拱起作一狀，

不似別物只似心。

Robert P. Tristram Coffin （1892—1955）， 是一名美國詩人。在深夜，這首詩里的慈父悄悄看孩子睡著沒有，碰巧小孩醒來，看到父親小心翼翼地護著點燃的火柴，父親雙手拱起，被火光映得紅彤彤的手，正像一顆紅彤彤的心。多年過去了，這一幕小孩始終記得。此詩語言平實、樸素，但很親切、感人。親情就是這樣，默默地，悄悄地，一點也不夸張，只是溫馨，只是動人。