closed in time
I'm looking in memory
for days spent with father
making
memories on the crochet
I confuse years unravel
hours escaped us
and smiled
I make a warm sweater for dad
for life
once it loses once it arrives
in strong arms of reality
I find the sense of this moment
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoy the sphere of our busy moments, creating for our most beloved one. I have enjoyed enormously of tghis lovely poem, so brilliantly worded