Ah, little daughter
the only thing
I can tell you
was that you were made
with love
our love
and that before we
could get to know you
Death: unmade you
& you vanished from our sight.
Ah, little daughter
if only I could tell you
what you would
like to know:
'What was I like? '
And I cry: 'I don't know
...I don't know? '
The only thing
I can tell you
(little daughter...are you listening)
the only thing I can tell you
was that you were
made
with love
our love
This literally brought tears to my eyes...tears of sadness at its beauty!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You create poems with their own pulsing hearts, Donall...