Strutting around the room, stepping in time to beats of
an entire rhythm, filling the emptiness of grief with
laughter found somehow deep inside, put there by a Mother
when she was still alive.
Her spirit is still living within each of them in turn,
brought out now by the father who loved her above all else
on earth while she was here with them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem