In the darkness I feel my Mom, I want to go to her
but I cannot see, Mom doesn't speak to me, she has
no voice.
I long to see her face, so maybe I could read her
lips and find out if she's okay.
Never do I get to see her face again while living,
only death can bring me face to face with her once
more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Having lost my Mom ten years this coming December I can't help but relate to this beautiful poem at a soul level. This piece manages to encompass both sadness for not being able to hear that wonderful voice but also manages to fill this reader with hope knowing I will be reunited with that most important person of my life again. So beautiful!