This poem is dedicated to a wonderful person, whose life was cut brutally short at the age of 19 by leukemia.
I remember how the sun
shone..
a bright halo dancing
encircling your head
of snow-white hair.
Was that a portent?
An omen?
I remember lying on
our towels,
eating peaches
and holding hands.
The waves,
a symphony of sound.
I remember how
the tide caught us
unaweres, , , and your laugh
as the water cascaded
down your face..
Too soon your life,
like footprints, washed away.
I still see your halo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem