Only the finest porcelain, miniature pink roses with
patterned white lace, delicate crystal glasses for wine;
Conan LOVES dainty things, drinking tea from these
delicate cups is kissing a pretty maiden he says
My beautiful cake stand showing prisms in the sun,
fine cake forks, cake beautifully decorated with the
golden birthday candles, two kinds of cheese cake,
salty dish to counteract sweetness in samosas
An intricately wrought metal motorbike fascinating
him - he loves toys passionately, my son chose it
so I knew it was perfect, so wonderful to see dad
here, grey beard and a rugby cap on his head
As soon as he gets up he puts it on he says as his
head is cold; I would have been sad about all dad
missed if I did not know that life goes on after
physical ends and my Conan dad will have
Everything he lacked as a child in the afterlife
where abundant love will envelop him…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was very touching! And of course well written! Blessings