A skeletal alien stares from the picture
Happy moments frozen in time
with only remembrances of illness
A sister’s sunken eyes
Protruding checks
Lean carcass
Emaciated
Don’t fool she’s fragile
No longer the elder playmate
But foreign enemy
Destructing our domestic industry
Is what my mother thinks we remember
Yet accounts never arise to thought
Hardly noticed we juvenile, filled with joy
A Maternal point of view placed in conscious
Never conquers bliss
Right words in the right places. That's a poem! I like the way you hint at rather than say to. You'd think vice versa would be better, but in this case you're bang on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That poem is beatiful. Great write, Smilse N Hugs Rissa: -)