Trailing along roads of life,
wanting to return to the past of long ago.
Ceasing every opportunity to look backwards
and continue forming roots with family,
instead of being alone.
Signaling images through music, never missing
a beat in any measure.
Falling thoughts, gathering around pools of
crystal, clear water, remembering every detail
of growing up with family.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one. Childhood among lovable parents and siblings is ever refreshing thought for me too. thanks for sharing