Held closely, deeply within my heart, memories of mom
and dad reach my mind with tears of past joy, bringing
wishful thinking memories to the foreground.
Wanting to sit down and talk like we used to in days
gone by.
Lost forever on earth's horizons, I sit alone, thinking
of those conversations of long ago, wishing both were
still with me now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem