Packing up Christmas,
taping up memories.
A flock of green parakeets
are sitting in the bare pear tree,
Chaffinches fall to the ground
like leaves.
The fairy from Arusha,
how old is it now?
Nearly half a century,
maybe more.
A golden string of notes
unravelled from school days
not so long ago.
Mum and Dad's tree,
my childhood,
their childhood.
Folded away
into a box labelled South African sherry.
How far that has travelled,
Nigeria, Switzerland,
Home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A golden string of notes. good poem. thanks.