The scent of your shirt
Still lingers
Through my fingers
Your combat boots
And the gun that shoots
Lie in our closet
The picture in your uniform
Is the one I like best
You and our daughter near the walnut colored chest
Now that you're gone
It's hard to move on
Can't think of any one bolder
Than my now spirit soldier.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
rips at the heart... very real! good poetry!