Humming Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Humming
My mother was a hummingbird
my father a black crow
he wouldn't let her speak a word
that's why I'm humming so.
When father died in early Spring
we buried him in dirt
since hummingbirds don't ever sing
she hummed, which he preferred.
I'd of sacked him Herbert! Nice poem though. 10 from loving her singing far too much to put up with that! Tai
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 2:53:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A Thoughtful poem Herbert, and if it was not about parents..I would have put a dirty thought..lol.