Should I return to the place of my birth?
I know my folks are not there.
They were dedicated and hard working parents,
As I have pictured them these many years.
I know full well that when
I near the squeaky, front gate,
No gentle, sweet voice will be heard,
No one to greet me and wipe the tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem