Here I turn
the pages of the past
& “that” January
of the year
before the year
before last
miraculously
appears
as if it
were
present.
I read
the unusually for you
short succinct entry
that’s to the point
repeated over & over
as your calligraphy
dances with the words
“Donall! Donall! I’ll
love you forever! ”
And laugh.
Words.
May I repeat that? 'Donall, Donall, I'll love you forever! ' is a beautiful line, short and sweet!
:) memories! beautifully drafted again! the pleasure of reliving our best moments.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
private thoughts private moments revealed in an open page..nothing like reliving the past even if it is only fleeting...