I smile
at the passing graffiti
“The best thing
‘bout memories
is
making them! ”
And then
the wall & its words
disappear into
the traffic
of human
congestion.
Stopped at yet
another red light
waiting to turn
green
I think of you
& think
of what
my dear old Mum
would often say:
“You can’t improve on
a miracle! ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem