Late afternoons,
When I arrived home.
And you,
Waiting by the door,
Eyes smiling,
Arms open.
It wasn’t long ago.
The door is now closed.
Yet your smile doesn’t dim.
Some pictures and memories,
Don’t fade.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
Late afternoons,
When I arrived home.
And you,
Waiting by the door,
Eyes smiling,
Arms open.
It wasn’t long ago.
The door is now closed.
Yet your smile doesn’t dim.
Some pictures and memories,
Don’t fade.