I hear all the whispering
of things she never got to tell
Her adoring and watching daughter
she whispers and doesn't yell
Her words must be spoken softly
she always says to me
Words weren't meant to be hollered or screamed
it just wasn't meant to be
In her whispered words
she tells me how to love
She tells me how I should be seen
by the people up above
She tells me that to win a heart
I must be myself
That I can never hide
my face upon the shelf
She says if I want to be wise
I have to know how to learn
For wisdom isn't handed to you
it's something you have to earn
And when all this has been said
she says 'my love I will always send'
Then she talks no more
and she is dead once again
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem