You were there when I awoke
and at the breakfast table
Very quiet you hardly spoke
Not that you weren't able.
Mornings were not your favourite time
It took a while to get you going
Once alert and in your prime
You made a damn good showing.
You were there when I came home
Ready with my pipe and slippers
Saying 'hello dear how's your day gone
I've cooked your favourite - kippers!
You were there when we said good night
We loved and kissed like mad
Your demise doesn't seem just right
I've lost the only love I ever had.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this very sad, but it sound like an intense love relationship it was short but it was enjoyable and sad