he posted in face book
this valentine's day, he and wife
on their 40th year together
three children got married
and live somewhere else
with families of their own
now they live alone in their
big house
without servants just them
as Dante cleans the yard
while Grace does the cooking
they still keep a farm
a beautiful garden and
clean the room where their
children once occupied.
with their grey hairs and
failing eyes, with their weak
knees and trembling hands
they still have something to
keep busy with
to live well and be self-sufficient
to be independent
and keep on going for the
coming years
back to friendships and
acquaintances, the party
must go on, life in cycles
memories in circles
with rusty bicycles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem