Memories are fresh
of parted flesh
pictures lingers mind
the sweetvoice music hard to find
your touch is all i long
memories gives hope you ain't gone
dark, dreadful departure day dawned
mourning morning sun shone sad
the milking man sadly, returned cows to shed
and that fat fig tree gave no shade
lovely jacaranda outside halt the shed
then, weeping wind breezed blowing breath away!
I recal even today
I screamed till ears shut
I cried till tears hot
I gave hard floor pat but it felt soft
all was but now not
i envied you the way you held spear and shield firm and tight
the way you fiercely fought fights with might
gave warm smile in war midst
tought me not to surrender or retreat
i saw it all lied down bare eyesight
i saw it all in that last
cancerfight
farewell my heaven sent
It is difficult to say good-bye to the ones we love. Lovely write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
really lovely flow and interesting work! !