Tell me Amelia
When you smile in your sleep
Are you thinking of heaven
And where you used to be?
Are your sudden cries
Ones of sadness at the thought
Of the celestial home you traded
For the new one that you got?
I may never know
Why you chose to be with me
But I look into your precious eyes
And know that I am not worthy.
That you let go of God's hands
To put your tiny one in mine
Overwhelms me,
And I know that your divine.
Vesper (Mom) written when you were a baby that always smiled and never cried.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem