Memorializing unions of many thoughts on shores I
sought out, to do things my way to survive the
desperation of my emptiness.
Regrets at times when I think of what we had, yet
my life was full of impatient waiting on this
horizon.
Thinking of our son, knowing all his life his
heart was held in God's hands as he did everything
his way on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem