Nice to see you are opening the shop.
Saying this
I search for lines of distress on her face
On her widowed eyes a painful strain
For when went her man
The way she wailed
It seemed she would never be sane again!
She smiles now I run it alone
Sale is low
And I’m weighed down
With his pile of debt!
In her smile are hopes regrown
A telltale sign of grit
The show must go on.
Though weighed down by grief and stress... 'the show must go on'! I have seen many such women who show such grit, with their support gone! In minimum words, you have 'narrated' a story!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You capture the conflict and dilemma perfectly. Great writing