‘Fifty days and more
Have passed
And yet
You have not visited me’
So spoke the Voice beneath
The damp stones of green.
Fell I on that blessed ground
And kissed I that blessed ground
That day.
‘My mother, o my mother’
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is far too personal and intimate for me to make a comment. I will keep a respectful silence. And send your my sympathies for what they are worth. My twin sister and I lost our mother just over 18 months ago, and the loss still stings. But she was in good health for almost all of her 94+ years, and for that we can only count our blessings.