A woman cries, for her children's lives,
Taken far too soon.
For each but lived a brief six weeks,
Cradled safe beneath her heart.
Then fate swept in, with it's frigid grin,
Sending mother and babe apart.
She'll never sing them lullabies,
Nor know the color of their hair.
She'll never gaze into her children's eyes-
Such thoughts are hard to bear.
Empty arms and shattered dreams,
Lives lost as candles upon the wind.
A tiny heartbeat swept away,
Fragile flowers forced to bend.
People stare, when they see her there,
Great tears within her eyes.
They cannot see, nor understand.
Why don't they seem to care?
Still yet they hold a baby's hand,
While her hand remains bare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such pain and loss, very well written, will bring a tear to your eyes