Wind Poem by Barbara Attaway
Wind
Wind
Wind blow
Blow me far away
Away from my grief
Grief from loss
Loss of a brother
Brother younger than I
I have lost hold of my roots
Roots withering
Withering in salty tears
Tears drying on my face
Face of my brother in the mirror
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Wall of sadness
Sadness disappear with the wind
Wind
I also lost my younger brother. Thank you for putting my pain into words.
I also lost my younger brother. Thank you for putting my pain into words.
When you see his face in the mirror, imagine he is smiling. Danny
By fate or something I hve come across a number 'deep' poems in the last 20 minutes. And this is surely one of them. I particularly liked the nesting, which I am alsousing now a days. Regards, N.D.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/25/2024 1:57:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
so touching and deep. thank you