Is remembrance now a hidden tenant,
that lives throughout your home
Does it lurk in every corner,
to come out when you're alone
Is that voice heard down a distant hall,
a lost child once left about
Does the face now staring through the dark,
draw you in—or turn you out
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April,2017)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem