Years ago,
Much before we were born,
Dedicating a poem to someone,
Was really, blowing their horn.
Today, you might say,
That type of sentimental honor
Is practically unknown,
Times change,
What once was glory
Today, just bubbly foam.
Nothin wrong with it. But choose your dedicatees (as you did your parents) carefully.
I have found this to be a great pleasure, it remains unforgettable to the recipient. And it is most rewarding to the poet also to know that the poem touched a kindred heart, when I write a poem for someone, I try to make a visual of the person and to paint them on paper and when I post it in their honor, it is so that others can see them as I do, colors is how I visualized you and it still remains one of my favorite poems, thanks to poets like you that hold poetry in such high esteem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Only a person with the kindest heart and deepest love of poetry could very well penned this piece. You are absolutely right, Sandra. Amazing write.10