Standing on edges of night, not wanting to leave this happy environment of caring and love.
A family becoming closer to heaven through ages of life - becoming the 'olden ones' in calendars of yesterday.
Folding ourselves into piles of aging, leaving behind all our possessions in preference to going on to heaven without any baggage or regrets to our final home.
Nothing standing in our way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem