a little girl looked at her dad
she asked him why he looked so sad,
just stood there, blank,
not saying a word
the little girl, hoped he’d heard
a tear rolled down her pale white cheek
onto a granite headstone, which cannot speak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
insightful utterances set aside for honest reflection. Beautiful poem embellished in poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing Mark.