I thought of you today, but that is nothing new.
I thought of you yesterday, and the day before too.
Your gentle smile, your kind 'I love you.'
You were one of a kind, there can never be two.
But now you are gone, never returning to me.
And everything is different, now I can see.
My only regret was not hugging you back.
Those last few moments, and cling to your neck.
The way you held me, when I wanted to escape.
When you tied our blankets to look like a cape.
The words you said as you tickled and teased.
'What's the magic word? ' the word was 'please.'
These memories are all that I have left.
And when I remember, my tears have heft.
Memories are things that are a treasure.
So that I may always remember.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem