for my Twin Sister, Mary
until new thoughts, equally dear,
crowd them out. Or so it seems.
dwell bereft in loss upon loss.
scaled down to dimensions even a child
can grasp. And you can laugh or cry
or both, because real things - trees,
until new thoughts, equally dear, crowd them out. Or so it seems. dwell bereft in loss upon loss. scaled down to dimensions even a child can grasp. And you can laugh or cry or both, because real things - trees, - - - - - - - A poignant poem about loss and our memories associated with the loss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The delight memories give is always accompanied by nostalgic ache. A profound poem that says a lot in a few words.