I remember afternoons
dusty screens and sunny reeds
lawns that needed watering
sandy lanes with sandspurs lined
I remember kitchen talk
slow and marked with silences
soup on a much battered stove
carrots simmering in broth
I remember flies on panes
oily walls with yellowed frames
where a child once marked her path
crayon scribbles hard to blot
I remember roses too
though they did not weather well
summer's heat and dearth of care
withered many plants and hopes
I remember long gone hours
spent in backyard wooden swings
as a faint breeze gently sent
fragrances of citrus blooms
Those were days that never can
be erased in my old mind
never leaving my poor heart
further dimming eyes with tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aww Liilia, such precious memories, 'fragrances of citrus blooms'! !