So far, I've seen your cry
Only once in my life
It was on her funeral day
You sat in a wheelchair
Your hand caressed her face
I supported your body
Your tears rolling down the face
Dropped on the back of my hands
I never felt such cold tears
Like icy water
I held my tears
Looking at your face
Your face, like a statue
A statue crying into pieces
Sorry poem, funeral poem. I was nice to read, although I shed tears. Thanks for sharing.
Zwelethu, thank you for your tears and sharing a part of me. Best wishes.
Tears of life! ! Tears of love; and, tears for the dead. Nice piece of work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear poet, very nice poem. A statue crying into pieces above line gives a exact image on our mind screen. like symbolism, image is literary technique which you used very effective manner in your poem.