On the nice sunny Memorial Day holiday afternoon,
I am wandering in my backyard garden,
The blanket of red roses seem like bringing the memory of my smiling loved one,
the birds of paradise seem like searching all over for some one,
the bright red rhodies cast the glow of her beautiful eyes on me,
the faces in colorful pansies portray her beautiful face staring at me.
Separation from the loved one haunts me on this lonely day,
Only the sweet memories and thoughts wipe the tears of sadness from my face away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Please read my bereaved. We see our loved ones wherever the eyes roam - they find a likeness in the leaves the fly, the moon, the sky, the milk jug which daily poured out love at the breakfast table. Yes, the list of animate and inanimate things, the shadows of the smile and eyes reflected in the face of children everything reminds us of the love. Thank God for the sweet memories and thoughts which give us the strength to walk on this earth!