I know you in that chair
Trying not to hide from me,
Measuring your honesty.
I form my understanding of you through my own experiences and experiencing.I am overwhelmed by your sadness,
yourself and hold it close as we talk about nothing.
These are not my words, but words about me,
By a woman of gifted sight,
I have been blessed to have sat with her and known my lies were transparent,
Thank you Colette.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem