The earth was moving slower
it wasn't me there
when they said that mother died.
Echoes upon echoes.
Sorrows never end.
Many laments seem to me, subtly superficial. This piece is just a hair-shy of a lament but somehow deeper and more genuine. Again, excellent work Barbara. -Tailor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heartfelt sadness, I feel the pain here. Excellent poem Barbara---Melvina