stage III
and the son says let us all do what we can to save her
we take her to the best hospital in the city
have chemotheraphy
some radiation
ask for second opinions
have the operation
and the daughter says
let us try some quacks too, and the herbs and
invoke the spirits of our ancestors to heal mother
and the son-in-law has no word for this
but in his mind he thinks: there is no hope for this
let her live for the remaining moments and let death take her gently
let her kiss her grandchildren a very gentle and sweet goodbye
say something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem