A friend now singing here at the Wagon Yard, having lost
his wife just four months ago, taking his sorrow and sing-
ing it into the songs his wife always loved in life.
Music touching and holding his heart so closely, giving the
promise of hope, maybe tomorrow, a fervent treasure of faith
holding him together in life.
Most would give up and throw away all of it, not him, an
inner strength has captured his spirit and allows him to
remember with love.
Giving in to tears at times, especially when alone in the
darkness of each night, yet standing strong in the midst
of his loss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem