Scattered beneath
A grey headstone
You lay on
Auburn ground
As I walk on
The new grasses
Sprouting above
Unreserved
Did I release your memory?
Have I freed your soul?
Are you happy mother
That I no longer cry?
I lied…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very poignant. Your wonderful imagery sustains the mood, Take care. Love, Sandra