You’re driving home to New Jersey
With a heart full of fear and sadness.
A year ago, your father drove to see you,
His old eyes still bright with vibrant life;
Now you make a trip you don’t want to make
Back to your girlhood home
That you fear is vanishing forever.
On such occasions, I hope prayers
Fly into the heart of God,
I’ll try to make this trip with you
Heart to heart and soul to soul. Just to be there for a friend is a gift in itself. a very moving poem... Kindest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
especially the ending is touching.. gracefully touching! very well done! HBH