'I don't want to hear...
Another thing from you,
Young man!
Do you understand? '
My mother would often say.
So I showed her my notes,
Expressing my opinion!
Always with my mouth closed.
And prepared to duck.
She played softball in those days.
And had a mean pitch!
My father was a boxer.
I never approached him,
With anything I wrote!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a soft reminiscence.....................i love it much...rgrds/salu