</></>It was as though I were 4-years-old again,
Looking at myself in the mirrow, when
I realized I held a photograph in my hand
Of a miniature, feminine version of me.
I will admit I was oversome with emotion, and
Cried for 10-15 minutes-almost uncontrollably
You grow more every day, though out of my sight!
And it never ceases to amaze me, and never will,
How you and your Sister are the two things I got right!
Though I have longed for thinje sight, and do still-
This is not a loss that may be allayed in any way,
But a profound tragedy, that must be righted;
Your loss is not forgotten, on this or an day,
And indeed shall not be, until your visage is once again sighted!
-Maurice Harris,19 August 2011
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem