There is no one- they have all left.
This house is quiet and feeling bereft.
Where did the time go? Where is my family?
I have no one here left to console me.
Time has sped away and took with it what was mine.
It left a hole in my chest making me unkind.
This is a poem that I can connect with. Where have your children gone? 'It left a hole in my chest making me unkind.' - well expressed,10/10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The sad story of mother so kind.