Always when trying to write my biography
the painful memories from the past
seem to get in the way.
With the embarrassing and funny ones
I have no problem with them at all.
However, when I try and write about my parents
my heart with sorrow fills,
not because of their love for me
as there wasn’t much there.
The pain comes from the fact
that they never seem to know I was there.
1 September 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem