Flawlessly hand made
things of beauty and perfection
hang suspended from the boy’s
bedroom ceiling.
The rest of the house reveals
his obvious artistic nature
in paintings and bead works
through the years.
The mystery has always been
that expressions of such beauty
came through the same heart
that also created pain and fear
for those who loved him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem