By Carl "Papa" Palmer
She rises, waves her hand as something is broadcast on the table radio. Motions for me to listen as she turns up the volume knob. On holiday in her country, I am not at all fluent with her native tongue. No trace of comprehension as I stare between her and the lighted radio dial. Turning the volume back down, she repeats slowly, distinctly. The same words are heard, yet still I fail to understand their meaning. She tunes the dial to an English-speaking station. I hear the report. Paris is under terrorist attack. Our tears speak a language we both understand.
That I can actually taking place a thousand times.
True Wonderful words
Beautiful with the intimacy you portray so well.
You’re dead on, I think the intimacy that comes across here is what makes it so sad and lovely
Thanks, Christina, fellow Tacoma poet
“Found in Translation” is a very moving poem by Carl “Papa” Palmer! It is a poem we can all relate to.
Sometimes it’s sad having a birthday on this day. Your words touched a lot of hearts for those who remember this day 74 years ago or personal stories told in a million ways.
Thanks, Kerry Lynn, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
A very touching and timely story!