Give me back my own parts
That you were so innocently given
I am laying the bricks anew,
Mixing the mortar
From the best of times
And the grit of pain
I raise the rafters with your support
And clad the roof with my own strength
I warm it with conversations already begun
And those which will not end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem