If I could turn back time
Sevens years from now
You were still fighting cancer
But it won over you somehow
If I could turn back time
I would still hear your voice
Calling from the kitchen
For me to stop the noise
If I could turn back time
You'd still be spoiling me
With the clothes and food you buy
And all those expensive jewelry
But now you have already left
I could still see that kind face
That whenever I'm feeling down
You always put me back in place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death is considered a very bad reaper for anyone who is bereaved, it creates a vacuum that can never be filled. But then dust to dust is a must as death is the ultimate final date waiting for all and sundry. You captured the feeling that lingers in ones mind after one has lost someone so dear to the heart. A well penned piece. Thanks for sharing.