I am in grief and my father is in grief too,
Because my Step-Mother is dead;
Se died on the 2nd of September 2004,
And she's gone too soon.
The roots of my pleasure is gone too sone,
And like 'Vasco Da Gama' to view the world;
But i am now at nature's doorsteps to take my view.
The decease may dream away their death,
But what is going on will always be so;
For there is time for everything in this life,
And like the time to be born and the time to die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem