Someone's mother died today,
So let's pretend her to be
A sacrifice to winter,
For birds are singing now,
The sun and sky
And all seem to conspire.
The very ground has softened
To receive her.
The chill has left the air,
We've removed the outer layer.
Namaste. For so many years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow an excellent poem I saw your name on a comment yopu made and of course the irish name caught my interest and I am so glad I got to read this wonderful poem I am blown away by it