The sun says hello with a warmth
and sincerity she’s not felt in months.
He’s back now from the President’s war,
asleep on the beach, head on her lap,
beneath a clear canopy of sun-filled sky.
Dreamily, she counts the freckles
on his face and in them she sees
a brave young boy turned too quickly
into a man.. . and sighs...
It’s their life she sees on his face...
every freckle reminding her of every
moment that the future will bring.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem Charles. Thank you.