I cant see her dying
Envisoning it, you know
My mother
that is
Yet I watched my mother in law die
in only a few short days
Up and talking as normal as you and I
Then suddenly in throws of the death rattle
but she could hear and would occasionally faintly laugh
At what we spoke about
As we watched her die
But you could feel the love so thick in the room
it could be sliced out of the air
And served like cake on a plate
I saw that life was a delicate as a butterfly wings
And if we touch it
The color will rub off on us all
The beautiful colorful dust
That is life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
they pass on- into the memories of the rest of our life.