We're at the airport crying
my family, friends, my nest
My heart is beating
like a sacred drum
Be brave, be brave, be brave
But I am flying into oblivion
no friends to comfort me
a mighty space for a husband to fill
Good-bye New York
Good-bye sweet comrades
of my growing up
I'll miss you so
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I would like to translate this poem
Hello Joan, read your poems and really enjoyed them. You get to, and make the point succinctly. A style I've been working on for some time. All the best, Jerry