I remember butterfly kisses
and hugs goodnight
Stories at bedtime
as I turned out the light.
I wanted you to have
all the stars at night
I glued them to the wall
We laughed at the sight.
Waves of memories
of innocence past
Sometimes feels like
looking
through broken glass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good thanks for the read. Regards Dave T