I. I had a frightening dream of an old man with his grey head bowed; he was knelt down in prayer.
II. His head turned up towards the wall to where the sunlight lit the wall.
III. A picture hung there old and dusty of someone he must have loved.
IV. He looked at the picture with dim eyes fading. Faith had found him and took him.
V. At the funeral many cried soon he would lie under the green grass at peace.
VI. Through the rain she stood crying looking so familiar. As she bent down to touch the name I saw it was mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem