In decades
I could not make
A self portrait
In front of the mirror
In her eyes
In my heart
My shadow
But once
In the impressions
A mother might be
By now
Pretty and cute
When she said
There are men
Like me
In the world
My self portrait
Still in the making
And hanging
In a broken frame
30/11/2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmmmmm another great write..........loved this one