The tear that doesn't fall
quivers, suspended
on your eyelid after the
sad sobbing breaths have ended
… that's what memories are.
umalume & umama passed
without goodbyes,
utata built a house on the
River of Sundays
and we are left with
… tears that will not fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
translations: umalume = uncle, umama=mother, utata=grandfather