i just learned
she has leukemia and
she writes her poem
about her loss of hair
how precious these locks
of hair
but now she will be losing
them one by one
she writes so well
convincingly and
artistically,
but here in this sick hour
she is powerless to let the
fall stop.
another sad poem in the making,
and then
by acceptance, another happy ending,
my mom used to say a prayer to
God for a happy death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem