Reseña del libro "Letter Poems to Our Deceased (en Inglés)"
Crossing au naturale We lose our parentsThen we loose each other, And I pray my childrenGo not before meAnd waitFor my journey to end. Our grandparentsHave departedSo many years beforeAnd it has becomeIncreasingly difficultTo recall the VisionsOf their presence ...But the feelings remain Aunts, Uncles, Cousins and FriendsLike leaves in the autumnDrop to their resting placeOne by one....Sometimes aidedBy a strong wind, A pouring rainOr perhaps fatigue ...Or perhaps, It was just their time. When I look backOver my shoulderAt what lies behind me, I am awareOf the Words...The words I spoke, And those I did not, Or could not, For I was busy and preoccupied.Doing things, Or doing much of nothing. So now I find myselfRelegated to writing poems, Some contemplative, Some reflective, Some infused with my sorrows, Some my pains, Some my joys, Sone my hopes, And a myriad upon myriadOf dispositionsI wish to revisit, And those I never had a chance, Or never took the timeTo experience But considering how i was reared up, The thing more importantThat the cast aside dreams, The achievements and failuresIs the hope, The hope thatI will see you all once againFor that eternal embrac
