Akiane's birds are prayers
but snow falls today.
Are these the missing prayers
of Your people?
Each different? All the same.
Reminders of what could be,
but isn't.
I close my eyes and pray
for birds to carry these back to You,
and that Your gentle footsteps
tread with mercy
on the ones left behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem