A vacant face filled with years of blank pages
A final chapter marked by the pain
of not being able to tell a story,
remember a grandchild,
cook her pancakes,
read her Bible
A shell tossed about, once filled with life and legs,
Now at the whim of the waves
Eroded by storms and sand
Worn by wind and water
Greyed and betrayed by her very own mind
But never forgotten by her heavenly Father
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem