My mother's footsteps
Were so quiet
I barely heard her leave.
no good morning's, no hustle bustle for school.
no good night's, no goodnight kisses
no goodbyes,
just a letter.
Quite passionate and very heartfelt. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
It isn't a terrible poem sometimes, I think that and it published on this website and I get the most postive comments Bravo!
However, dear poet, the caption of the poem doesn't conform to the sobriety of the poem. ‘ Absquatulate' is often used in a humorous, demeaning sense. Which, of course is not the mood of the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As I was reading your poem, I cried. Shedding tears of sorrow for the pain that you've endured. And tears of joy...for your courage...for your maturity...for your honesty...for such great talent at such a young age. KEEP ON WRITING!