Sorting through the thngs left behind
Not knowing what to keep
Everyone wanting something
Nothing left here for me
My empty home and a hand full of memories
That's all that is left of my Edwin Lee
That's alright, I don't mind
My memories are enough for me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very short but insightfull. Nice to read with alot of tenderness.. Bonnie