it must be
from that little
corner of the heart
where pain is most
difficult to contain
that little corner
of the heart where
the world of love
could fit into
that little packet of
groundnuts and tibits
an endearingly cluster
beside the tombstone
granny granny
as promised every year
a packet of your
best loved tidbits
screaming to the dead
as well as the living
like me who could
feel the cluster of love
weighing so heavily
on my own heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So poignant and lovely, I wept. Thanks for this, John. It brings memories of my own grandmother and her love...and I hope one day my own grandchildren will remember me in that way. Raynette