a lifetime has come and gone
and I wanted to visit Essie's grave
when I went to Half Moon Bay
I shut out her memory most always
I packaged and put her away
then slowly her memory fades
and I wonder of the child we made
he would be a middle aged man today
and I don't even know his name
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wonder of the child I made. good one