the church bells
are tolling early dawn
the dogs are howling
on the lamp posts
as usual upon cold winds
an old woman departs
opens the door and the
gate of the house
covers her face with
a bandanna and then walks
the lonely streets of
her ancestry
enters the usual church of
all the old scented candles
prays for her kin and kids
and grand children
may life be good
may the years of life be long
may the dead have eternal life
may those alive always remember...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem