Simmering stew of love
Left unattended
She left in such a rush
That she forgot to tell:
When to straighten my skirt
And when done away with
-Put my smiles away in attic
[Originally inspired after a brief conversation with a very precious friend about her mother who died when she was 5; didn't know that in just six months it had to be re-dedicated to her when she died and left her 5 years daughter-forever; this is from her daughter]
Beautiful poem and tribute. Eloquently presented. Thanks Richard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is probably one of your best, most emotional work..and sensitive soul that I am, it has nearly brought tears to my eyes..you've done a great job here...