There she goes again, calling Daniel it’s ten pm
Has been shouting and talking, has been asking them
Have they seen her dear boy, who has been missing
But to no avail, they have been staring
Every morning every day, with her hair all a mess
She’ll start with the old man, absorbed in his chess
If he had seen her Daniel, her angel a young kid
But no he did not, he’ll tell her if he did
Then the boys playing ball, or the girls in pigtails
She asks one by one, all of them as she wails
Or the man selling fish, or the girl with her pup
But they don’t know her son, come sundown or sun-up
Crying here shouting there, while the rain’s pouring down
Her voice rings in our place, anytime all around
My heart cries my heart mourns, for her loss it’s so bad
With her son who is gone, her world has been sad
She has lost her son, she has lost her mind
But I salute Daniel’s mom, she is one of a kind
She might have given up, all she has, life and all
But her son, she will find, she will love, she will call.
A poem of love and loss, that saddens the readers after they've read it. Perhaps, a 'Poet's Notes' would have given some added information, which the readers might presumably ask for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Great poetry, Naida. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.