Living in the past at times, seeing my life, living
in poverty and loneliness, even through the oldest
of eight.
Very close all through life, having both parents,
yet that sadness of having to leave my family back
in New Jersey has always been tied closely to mind
and heart.
Tears always ready to flow when thinking of the
times with all my relatives, because we were always
together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem