To learn that Anne my mom was no more
Ate me up more than I could imagine.
It felt as though, in my body, every pore
Screamed for my heart and soul to pine.
In my mind, I replayed a thousand times
The time Anne and I shared from the child
She bore to the man she raised in different climes
Of joy and sorrow although always mild.
Anne, I said, why have you abandoned me
Alone to face a world in which I was your little
Son, brother, friend and companion to see
Through your lenses every noisy beetle.
Farewell, mom; farewell Anne
I'm sorry for any pain I caused you
But, I know, when my life is done
I'll recline at your feet you right on cue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A true sentimental expression in perfect poetry here visible so thanks.