While I sit here,
my mother
is in a nearby room
asleep
in a hospital bed,
and she can't stand up
and she can't hear well
and she can't see well
and she just took out
her teeth,
so I think
'Is this what
I am headed to?
Is this what
we are all headed to? '
as I type
these same words
to give
to whoever wants them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what mellow and very touching piece if poetry.well written poem Chris.