Tears Fall In Colour
From a picture frame his eyes look on,
A darkened brow from thought,
Where once he walked these streets and hills
And painted skies and daffodils.
He dedicated life to work and family,
A funny man, his heart worn on his sleeve,
The memories we shared are still astounding,
In Joyous thoughts I still can hear him breathe.
Taken from our lives alot too early,
He hadn't even seen his pension years,
The garden tree we etched our names in blossoms,
And each memory alone colours my tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A farmed and framed brown thought grows with brightness with hope and dignity of love. Painted sky motivates mind and eyes. Heart wins love and light of love swings through tree. An excellent poem is very beautifully penned.10