The other day
My newborn son
Tried to tell me about oblivion.
An experience that was fresh in his mind
He having only recently arrived in the world.
He waved his arms
And crooned at me
Arching his back
And stretching his neck
Staring at me with an intensity
Out of all proportion to his size.
Well he may know about oblivion,
But he doesn't know much about language
And by the time he finds out about the one
He will have forgotten about other.
When the time comes
I will just have to go and find out about oblivion for myself.
But I love him for the effort he made
To tell me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I gave this a 9 for two reasons. First, it deserves it for the author's creativity. The author is also very wise. I knew that immediately, when he began to mention his grandson and oblivion. Only a wise man would have such a discussion with his grandson. Second, some idiot, gave this a 7. I had to make sure this poem ends with an 8 average because that is what it is. I recommend this to everyone. GW62