There is so much I miss
So many people so many times so many worlds
So much-
We will never wholly be what we are
At my age
Most of who I am is already gone-
Oh the years the people the memories the sadness the love-
O my mother
Who I somehow especially miss and remember today
At the center of it all-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem