Exactly the right colour, the perfect amount of milk
one of Mum`s specials, as we gathered round the table
in the kitchen and put the pictures together,
the blue lights and the friendly doctor, who asked
what to do with his dressing gown.
Well it was rather a nice one said Mum.
Then it all went quiet, too late to go to bed,
too early to get up.
This poem I actually like and can identify with. When Dad died, all seven of us sat around the table and talked for a while before the painful silence.
Thank you for your comment. I edited the poem. This one really tears at my heart. I like what you did here. Very emotional. Thanks again. -ralph
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
short and sweet...liked this poem very much...sometimes feelings are so deep and can be expressed only in silence....