After morning coffee with Wayne
Talking with wife about Dewey the library cat
My eye falls on Mom's old book case
That was a gift from one Josephine Strain of G.J.R. fame
An old well made entertainment center
When nineteen inches was, if not a big deal, at least adequate
An old piece of furniture - enduring -
As the memories of two who loved me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem