She would have been 35 today,
the mother of my child!
Who will you be coming next for God?
Whose life will you decide?
You've already taken my mother
and my father
and my friends,
Are you coming for me God
now that everyone I love is dead!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We can never fathom the mind of God. After all, He is infinite while our days are numbered like grass. You express well in your poem.