It is always so painful going to old neighborhoods were you used to be when you were married.
So many memories, so much that sustained youat one time.
Is nowshrouded in disappointment, deception.
Going to places you used to go to when you where, in love, engaged, married.
When your children were small. When they were babies.Another life it seems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem dear poet...............thanks