Like a raw wind
that flings the brittle leaves
his insults and his epithets.
In the aftermath
his parents use a dustpan and a broom
and re-set the welcome mat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely crafted. Thanks for sharing...10.
thank you, kingsley. good to hear from you. hoping you're well in every way, glen