unrelated
but death relates
she lies there
like she is asleep
death - where
the first and last
experiences come
face to face spilling
a bag of grief both ways
somehow this
seventy something
still rediates life
that draws one's
endearment
a small Chinese woman
in the mortuary
waiting to be washed
in that neat posture,
soft expression and delicate
features of a caring person
she must have loved children
you can see it
in her death manner
if there is any manner lesson
to be taken this is one
that last best wish
for her grandchildren probably -
shines through her
the years of caring
for the young ones
so much love must have
flowed from her that even
at her last, she laid out
herself elegantly to express her best wish
the world could not but stop
to give her some grateful thoughts
and i did
and i know too soon
there will be sobs, tears
and the same wish since
first death struck
- that she will be back
and of course,
the midnight tear choking dreams
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This rare and beautiful old lady deserves your eloquence. You have given her memory a great gift. Exceptional write, John. Kindest regards, Sandra