Grief invades your ears
And ruptures your eardrums
With a deafening roar
That leaves everything else
Muffled after its assault
You adapt, you heal
But you never hear the same
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You adapt, you heal But you never hear the same - the sense of grief you portrayed in the symbol of the Roar........very nice poem . an eulogy to your dearest Mom. tony