Most people remark, how fast time
is going by. As for me, I sense it even
more. It's so many years that you're
gone and it still hurts, down to the
core. I can never get over my loss.
It becomes more vivid, with every passing
year! Many times I've stated, how much,
I wish you were here. Before you turn
around, it will be your birthday. I wish
it was possible to share it with you,
you made me laugh, with the things
you'd say and do. To see how you
opened your gifts, was truly a sight to
see. You took great pains, removing
the wrapping paper, doing it so
gingerly. I'd always ask why you did
it this way? This was your reply. 'It
looked so very pretty, why waste all
that paper and tie.' These are just a
few of the things, with which I'll never
part. They may be small things, but it's
the small things, I hold so dear, to my
heart!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem