Memories still fresh
Like just yesterday
Can I forget? no!
Lay on sick bed
Few minutes, few hours;
Time ticking away
Reversed but never to be
Stood was I beside you
Helplessly I watched
Mother I wept
Away death steals you
From your loved children
God knows why
That you left
To the world beyond
Mother I wept
In peace you rest
Till we part no more
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem on mother, Bright. You may like to read my ars poetica named as (Poetic Sense-1) Thanks