Things seemed to fall in place
That day at the grave
Birdsong and backhoe hummed
Otherwise it was quiet
I sat at that moment with father
I sat at another moment with mother
A quiet I longed for
Seemed to drape over me
As a soft warm shawl
And voices gave assurances
That all was as it should be
That the motions and machinations of
Of our lives can stop if but
For an instant
And feel the peace of an eternal pause
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem