Striped images surrounding windows of my mind,
reaching backwards into time, focusing on
memories of Mom and Dad, and what we did together.
A flightly, airy, feeling of being loved
unconditionally.
It's memory fills my heart and oozes tears of
bittersweet days out my eyes, touching my mind
and soul again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem