Kathleen has gotten used to me being sober and mean
Hardly fights back
And that's fine.
She's getting to believing all those ghost stories
The ones where people come back to the good
Even reads the big, red Book sometimes.
I tease her never-ending
But she says I'm jealous.
I noticed the other day she's getting to look like her mother
And I told her so.
She told me I was getting to look like the invisible man.
That was worth a smile for her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Patrick, I love this. I forgot about this website unitl today, and I'm reading your poems. You are so talented, so talented.