SWEET JAM – Translation

by MaryPP

I stopped myself being angry
seeing sticky jam on the door

I knew how time would fly until
our house could be shining but

my baby would be grown up
a child no more

SUBH MILIS from the Irish by Séamus Ó Néill

Bhí subh milis
Ar bhaschrann an dorais
Ach mhúch mé an corraí
Ionam d’éirigh,
Mar smaoinigh mé ar an lá
A bheas an bhaschrann glan,
Agus an láimh bheag
Ar iarraidh.

366th Weekly Poetry Contest

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Dear Poeter,

Dear Poeter, As we look back on the paths we have traversed in life, the mind imagines itself as a child for a while in the past tense. We are all running as human beings behind a fast running time. All The Best My Dear Friend; Write More Congratulations

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Dear Mohamed Sarfan,

Dear Mohamed Sarfan, Thank you so much for your thoughts on this topic. I look forward to reading some of your poems. This is my first time to enter a poem for some time. Best wishes, Mary PP

Mary PP

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Hi MaryPP,

Hi MaryPP, Welcome back. This poem engages the reader at so many different human levels. Time, incidents and those associated with it are such an integral part of our lives. Best of luck to you M