Poetry and coffee
These two exist
All else the world's great dross.
Alone these two exist
On a quiet rain swept morn
Before the fever starts
And daughter unbidden
Embraces my neck with her small arms.
Simplicity raised to the level of fine art. Very touching. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Subtle poem about offspring's affection. Good one, Bill. I wrote one titled 'Coffee Poetry'. I invite you to read it and comment. -Paddy.