We all need someone to catch us, if we ever fall. But what if we turn around and they're not there, do they still catch us?
Ever since I can remember you've stood behind me, to help my feet stand on the ground. But you're not here anymore, do my feet still stand on the ground?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A much intrigueing read that be also thought provoking. This poem had my undivided atTENtion. God bless all poets-MJG.