Softly, soothingly, whispers of yesterday fill me with
love and grace of blessings from family.
Tuned in to faces, expressions, talking with hands, and
close relatives.
Memorizing every facial feature, movement, smile, change
of emotion flickering in eyes of those around me.
Filled with an intense knowledge of familial love, I had
a space - a place - in family tradition that will never
die - even when I'm safely tucked away in heaven.
(10: 28 a.m. - 11/14/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem