When the shadows of life corner me
I find myself in the same spot in the yard every time
looking at the setting sun
and I drink up the inviting warm colours
into my cold heart.
I am reminded of you
and when tears fall like seasonal rain
I know that I can cling to memories of you.
The wind blows colourful leaves from the trees
and a deep sorrow is left in me
and like the falling leaves
you did also fall
before the coming winter of life
and my heart yearns for you.
When I close my eyes
I can still hear your laughter
and mother, you did live emotionally.
In the late afternoon I smell the gardenia
and it reminds me of your perfume
but the marble flask is empty
and all that do remain are my memories.
I try to remember your face
but it’s in vain
like rose petals
that is blown away in the wind
but your essence still remains
in my heart.
With a gardenia blossom in my hand
I smell your perfume
and mom, you will always be in my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful, beautiful poem which invokes lovely imagery. Can feel the same emotion as the poet having lost my own Mom years ago. A truly gorgeous poem.