When Peggy was dying
Her son leaned over to whisper
The Our Father into her ear.
She opened her eyes,
'Things must be bad,' she said,
'that you've started praying.'
Mother son relation is exemplary and here the poet tells a beautiful story where dying mother understands the son I think.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...........I detect some dark humor in this write....pretty sure even when people are very sick, they are aware of whatever is going on around them..