when you left
to the Great Divide
the house had since
become empty,
the toys for the grandchild
were taken to the other house,
the carpets folded
and hidden inside the storehouse
those who were left
felt that there was no need
for more chairs
two or three will suffice
some tables were sold
and so are the extra knives
and spoons and forks
classical music has become
a no no,
the drapes had become so heavy
and they too had to
leave,
yesterday i flew in there
like a sparrow
and witnessed the sadness of
practically everything
the orchids wilted
there were no more flowers on the
side of the house
the pots kept nothing but
dessert sands
i asked the youngest there
and he said
that it seemed the heavens
are angry
and they could not nothing
about this
tragedy
soon there will be battles
in their minds
and it will be endless
he said
and then i left
taking only pictures with me
those that bore
laughter when you were still
their working queen
when everyone were once
kids beside the magnificence
of your ruffled skirt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem