I have been home.
I never thought I would
step foot again
beneath the jacaranda trees
that line a drive
where scrapped knees
learnt to ride a bike and
Smile straight legs into the air.
But I have been back there
and though both house and child
are changed
the jacaranda trees remain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very fantastic reflection of hope shared here with feelings. Interesting sharing.10