For eighteen long days he had hardly slept
and night and day his loving vigil kept.
Sat by her bedside, and with tender care
he swabbed her mouth and stroked her long brown hair.
He seldom spoke, but he always kept alert.
His heart was aching and it really hurt
to see his darling wife just lying there
slipping very slowly beyond his care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem