The apricot trees
My father planted
Never got a chance to grow…
His only hope…
For years and years he’d given it his all….
Tried everything he could,
Busted his head
Trying to make them grow…
Every now and then
He’d observe the clouds…
Still,
All those years he lost
Wound up secrets in his heart…
The earth bared
All its veins, one by one…
A leaf dropped,
A branch broke
And made a noise…
But they
Never said a thing…
The apricot trees
My Father planted
Never got a chance to grow…
by Uzeyir Lokman CAYCI
Traduit par Yakup YURT en français
French free verse translated into English free verse
by Richard Vallance , 2002
