Echoes of past conversations flow into the present,
coming right from videos of this photographic memory,
tumbling into my mind.
Remembering the good times that went with them, hav-
ing to smile within for they were so innocent and
filled with laughter.
Seeing self doing childish things, teasing my parents,
sisters and brother, having a good time telling jokes
I made up myself.
Making everyone laugh till they cried, other times I'd
tell of my experiences with dying people where I volun-
teered when I was twelve years old.
Their tears would flow, because I would tell stories
of these people so delicately and gently, everyone
would have tears in their eyes.
This time because what I said had touched the sadness
in their hearts, seeing this innate power within me at
such a young age, amazed me.
It made me wonder and now that same innate power is
being used throughout my poetry, silently but effect-
ively, daily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem