She gives me
back my poems
with a soft smile in her face
and apologetic eyes
so many words
creep in
you might think
she can not take the load
or she might think
that poetry will not work
if any one of them is
even half true
my life is dashed
I am ruined
As she is none but my wife
And you know
Poetry is my life
the joy and light of my heart
But the hope at last
Comes from my little son
He tells me
That his mom
When I am away
Secretly reads my all poems
this is so sweet and endearing. She should be so proud of her poet husband. And I'm sure she is. She is reading your soul and sometimes this is a bit hard to understand. Beautifully written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are doing very, very well. If someone loves you, they can see the good in your poems or anything you do. However, I found out that we write because we have to put into writing what is on our brain, so, nobody can criticize us, because they do not have the mind as us. Just keep on writing and who loves you, will see the beauty i n them, if not, they are lost, they are not with you anyway.