My childhood translated by Ann Wood
Childhood passes over me,carried by eagle wings.
A memory remains in my soul,
fond memory of beauty.
Mom caresses me again with gentle fingers.
Grandma sweet talk in a row.
Dad gives me a kiss.
Grandpa says, "Child, grow up."
Oh, where are you, time has flown by.
Please come back to me,
that I may drink of thy delight,
to grow with each passing day.
You will not return, my childhood.
Only the memory remains you.
And for a moment, I just imagine
how do you come to me again?
I live a different life now -
with much joy, but also with difficult days.
My childhood, "a branch with a singing nightingale"
you come back to me for a moment!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2021-12-11 at 11:02
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