We have wandered through the streets,
in flight from a destiny she decides;
in plight of a searing painless ache,
in search of a home outside her four walls.
Her eyes call us back to earth
and he spurns us through the lightless streets;
grief overflows in fruitless tears
as she awakens to lifeless mirth
to depart smiling from doorstep greets.
[In loving remembrance of my mother who died suffering, with a smile]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a lovely tribute..I can relate to it, all too well in fact. I pray you know comfort and peace, if not in this lifetime, then in the next..