For just that one Moment
I was what I used to be
Playfully perched on my father's knee
I was there, way back when
With my dad who, for me
Dwarfed all other men
I wasn't all grown
All alone
Facing the world on my own
For just that one moment, I yearn
Just that one moment
Will it never return?
We all wish Stanley, but time will not go backwards, sorry to say. Nice write as usual. Nice read. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wasn't all grown All alone Facing the world on my own............