With a
Walking
Stick
And a
Stooping
Posture,
The Widow
Goes for a
Walk on her
Own,
Wondering
Where is her
Husband
Who had
Always
Regarded her
As his own...
Why did Death
Make him disown?
(pertaining to thoughts after death, written after seeing our bereaved neighbour)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem