It was just another Friday in November
The streets of Seattle wet with rain
Grey clouds hanging by thin threads
November colder than ever~~filled with dread
The phone ringing was almost echo-like
My father's voice~a quiver~on the line
'your mother is now at peace with her maker', he said
Hence came a pause as eternity~much like the end of time!
The streets of Seattle were flooded with rain
By, Theodora Onken
March 3,2013
Please read the poem i posted on November 17,2012.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Valerie, Thank you so very much! You are always so generous.