The cancer
devours
her dreams
her memories.
Her death
haunts her living hours.
Soon
the cancer
will eat its way
(hungry as a caterpillar)
to the exact
location of her soul.
She clasps
her fingers within my fingers
as if to comfort
my anguish
smiles
as if she will
live forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very touching. May god bless her for a long and peaceful life. Let nobody in the world have this kind of suffering. This is my prayer.