I woke up once early
And went to the shore
Watched the fishermen paddled their oars
I sudden heard an old sweet voice
Humming a lullaby to a baby with rejoice
I stepped inside my grandma's house
And felt the breeze in my thin blouse
I gazed at the frames which proudly stood
Where loving and sweet memories were all captured
I remembered myself on my grandma's lap
Smiling with her and laugh and laugh
My smile and her smile tossed
My laugh and her laugh froze
While we enjoyed the glasses of Coke
All of laughed and choked and choked
If sometimes I sleep on her lap,
She would touch my tangled curly hair
And tell us stories,
About the 'Tortoise and the Hare'
But all of our moments froze,
When the day came, and I felt like tossed;
I felt my heart bleed
When I saw her inside her coffin
I waved to her 'goodbye'
With my tears running down;
But my love to her, and our memories stayed
'for it's the only wealth' she said,
She could leave...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Peace be upon her soul. It is a good job dear Regina. And yes, she's right. Memories are always with us. I'd be glad if you read my poem Dears Die. Good luck.