First words, speak those first words
In that first language
Of loving and
Being loved
And every love since has had the accent
Of that first language
We learned
Accent reduction lessons
By way of other lovers
Marriages
Divorces
Always an echo of those words whispered under
A shelter
The rain pouring so
Hard and thick
We could not see
But that moment
As you held and cherished me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem