Each night I climb the stairs to our bedroom.
En route, I pass by the room you left this world from.
I pause and say “Good night, Honey Pie; sweet dreams.”
Just like in real life, before you got so sick.
Last night, I paused, and “Wait a minute.”
“Why am I speaking to you here? ”
“Come on back up to our bedroom, Babe.”
“Just like you always did.”
“Like you yearned for after hospital, but could not.”
Now every night, our “sweet dreams”
Will be shared from there…
Where our love was so well expressed…
Just like before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem