the house we built,
the roof we placed,
walls are strong and safe,
the outside looks like how,
the mind creates,
the chimney tops,
the satellite dish,
a crooked areil,
the home inside,
painted and wallpapered,
pictures and nic nacs,
all around,
furntiure and pattens,
a family begins,
the memories we make,
as the nest will empty,
as one by one they fly,
the garden is a mess,
the heart has gone,
but the house,
is always there
a very and soulful poem, from a woman who seams to, understand the hamun life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem from the heart, about family life, well written and good work