She would always give a kiss hello…
and then a hug goodbye.
One day, when I was older,
I stopped…to ask her why.
"Because, " she said, "I never know
if this moment will be my last.
If today I get to keep on living…
or will I slip into the past."
"So every moment I am alive,
I try to laugh
to love
to cry…
and why I'll always kiss hello
and hug to say goodbye."
She has been gone for many years now
but I like to think she's smiling from her place up in the sky…
every time she sees me kiss hello…
every time she sees me hug goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem