the cleansing
In a grand courtyard, as flowers surround
An old water well many ages revealed
Special memories of diseases being healed
With stories and legends that resound.
One day walking in this courtyard
Vivid thoughts of mom’s sickness – so hard
In a grand courtyard, as flowers surround
Stands old water well many ages revealed
A wish for mom desiring her healing
Prayers poured as the silver dollar fell
Wanting God to deliver that final spell
Mom now experiencing a complete cleansing
In a grand courtyard, as flowers surround.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Almost thought this one was working into a villanelle. I like the thought and the recurring lines. Adeline