How delicate
So small and seemingly fragile
Appearing so eloquent
Yet evolving from exile
Growing into an unrecognizable being
Approach with caution
Question all known feelings
Has love been forgotten?
You've drawn inward deeper
Do you not comprehend the warnings?
We are not converted believers
Yet, we are all conforming
Wishing for a warmer spring
Questioning the previous season's bring
Always hoping all will be fine
Why are you not covering all signs?
Prepare for change
There is no storm on this forecasted range
It is not welcome
Beg for everyone to help them
Yet, here I sit
Still craving for your smile
Will this relationship permit
To feel real for a while?
I get the feeling that these are grand children. If so, impress upon them that the chair upon which you now sit, will one day be empty. So, if they have any questions, ask them now. History disappears when you leave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully inked. You have a nice style of writing to express your thoughts.