When I am an old woman
and ready to take my rest,
I will gather all these days
to my bosom.
A lifetime's memories will
blanket and warm these bones
in chill of remaining years;
peace shall fill holes of regret.
And one last great joy
shall rise up in my soul
when these waters are changed to wine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, I really liked this poem. Tis sad yet hauntingly powerful. Thanks for posting!