You and I share a unique bond, a conspiracy to carry
your grandma’s image in our hearts - she’s special to
us; we shall also honour your granddad’s legacy, not
cry foolishly when he seems near death - nor wax
grandiloquent or demean his painful memory of a
mother visiting cinemas, but never him in hospital
The role he played in family, affecting your mother,
shall be his secret unto the grave - and we’ll regard
the family’s mythological claims of legendary events
in the lives your grandparents as gossip not verified,
we only know what we saw ourselves; your grandma
always treated the two of us with kind courtesy & love
Whether she ever hit her own kids or not we’d never
witnessed; your granddad’s death will put an end to
the schism of love and hate which still keeps your
aunt and mother entranced…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem