and there is the envy
how most of them
remember their fathers
sweet and memorable
those hugs and pats
strong braces of the
house
running horses on the
mountain trails
waterfalls and pools and
sails at sea and blue skies
some write otherwise and
remember sad plights of birds
and cracking of chinaware
and snapping of rubber bands
and blackouts and breaking
of beer bottles and
spanking of butts and
hurting women
some sad sensibilities
which we should not have been
remembered
which must remain hazy
and should not be spoken again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem