The loss of a parent is hard to bear
For want of their presence, their love and care.
It's hard to accept we won't have them here
To celebrate holidays, birthday cheer.
We expect to see them walk in the door
Like so many times in the days of yore.
Just to hear their voice on the telephone
Would help us to know that we're not alone.
We will never again say 'Mom' or 'Dad'
To that one who loved us here, good or bad.
An empty space will be left in the heart
Till in Glory we meet, never to part.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Pene. You may like to read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks