at home there are grandparents
age is aging
95 years
every day
he asked at what
in charge grandchildren
8 am
asked at what time during the day
afternoon also
midnight
he woke up
sitting at the door
him on a stool
of plastic
wait time
fleeting
leaving many
memories that have been ingested
age, the facial wrinkles
in the teeth of the date
the sigh breath
coming out of the cavity of the lungs
single
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the reality of life at the old age! people will be left with their memories totally!