Woke up this morning without you
no morning kiss for me, no good
night kiss last night, I’m keeping
count, shall require all the kisses
I missed
Attending the funeral all alone, my
uncle heartbroken, nieces in purple
sorrow, could not breathe in church
it is all wrong because death of the
physical body is
A birth into a new form of existence
my aunt would want us to wish her
well, our questions and tears are
holding her spirit back; soon the
family will accept
How heart-wrenching to see my
uncle’s tears, how wonderful to
know that he loved her so, here-
with a million kisses, reminding
you how much I love you
And always will, the way you
created a special place just
for me, I miss you more
than I can tell…
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This is a beautiful piece of work, delicate of touch and generous of emotion. Written from the heart.