Bereaved memories and thoughts crowd around, wanting
to be heard from within, wanting a voice to become
known and found out.
Trusting inner spirits to guide and sit with emotional
turmoil in days following death's embrace over those
we have lived with and loved.
Overcoming daily obstacles throughout our lives, based
on truths scattered about, waiting to be picked up,
looked at, taken literately and held closely for short
whiles in time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem