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yet
still
in father's old shoe
boxes, family footsteps
each memory
some now fading into dust
yet still under mother's bed
grey clouds-
sunlight shining through
his smile
© brendonkent2014
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a shame the words have to start to the left of the page as this one is in the shape of a tree! You will just have to imagine it! ; -)