My uncle
waves
in the photograph
and I
(separated by that distant time
and the distance of death)
wave back
my mind
now(as then)
held in the spell
of his laughter
his photographed face
wobbly now
in an enclosed tear
appearing
to laugh back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A moment - not drowning in self pitty - simply captured with quiet dignity and grace. Touching and beautiful. ~Ray