Fading memories folding into depths of my mind, trying to
preserve them from curling at the corners and eventually
tearing.
Hoping to keep them safe forever, I again unfold them and
do what I know must be done.
Taking their pictures in thought and placing them carefully
onto photographic screens to keep them from fading altogether.
Knowing now that they will be held into the future, even
beyond death's grasp in the end.
All of them will now be extended into my spirit's soul's mind
and will be taken to heaven on my final day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem