"modd" poems
rwyf wrth fy modd i chi.
rwy'n credo mewn chi.
aros yn gryf.
gadw i fynd.
peidiwch a^ rhol'r gorau iddi.
i chi.
yn caeleu.
hardd.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 8:16 PM UTC
I wish I could hold
that baby behind me
in the grocery store checkout.
I wish I could keep
the poem you typed up
on your typewriter for me
that you lost on our first
meeting.
I wish you could grasp
the soft embers
that glow beneath my cold cheeks
whenever you say
"ace".
Sometimes
if the modd discovers my cowering,
I wish you could hold me
and whisper.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 12:59 AM UTC