ever noticed how young children hide
run away to avoid painful goodbyes
to love to live in safe hidden heart part
to safeguard beautiful precious memories
must be our comfort until pain can pass
True true. Bitter sweet memories must be safeguarded for posterity. We poets like poets yeps poet me poets we are lucky we turn memories and experiences into poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well inked poem. Truly inspiring and astonishing....5 stars*****