The mother shed
Her crocodile tears
Feigned the love
Denied for years.
The father sat
Man's man was he
So much grief
For all to see
'My baby's dead'
She wailed to all
Thirty-three years
No love at all
His eyes revealed
The guilt and pain
No way to stop
And try again
Too many years
Of words unspoken
Matched only by
The wounds he'd broken
Found inside
A filthy shed
'Have you heard-
The druggie's dead! '
The mother shed
Her crocodile tears
The father wept
For wasted years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem