Grandmother,
your bed was
soft and feathery,
a nest of flowers
and perfume.
You were a dove.
I usually slept
with crows
on horsehair.
Sally Plumb
This is a truly fine tribute...I like it very, very much. Constance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem. Great write.
Thanks for your comment, Dave. All the best to you.