Foreign language

Foreign language

A Poem by Linda alexander

It was my native tongue in every sense
I was expert in it's complex grammar even
When did my mother tongue became foreign
It is stressful now I have to learn it like a toddler

Language is language only physique claims few decades
What must burn should be the ambers of died spirit
Yes for a new fire and for a new smoke
It should stand high until you die may be after even



© 2017 Linda alexander



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i think this not only deals with losing our native language, but also losing ourselves in what we become to please others---the more we give, the more we lose pieces of who we are...
it's a sacrifice, but an unselfish one.

j.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Linda alexander

2 Months Ago

Thanks a lot for the review and visit, you nailed it at the center, take care

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Linda alexander
Linda alexander

New Hyde Park, NY



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I am a pediatric nurse working in pediatrics last nineteen years by profession, am the hero of my spouse at least that is what I believe, have two young adults as children. I can write without proper .. more..

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