On the wall of my heart
Is a nail, on which hangs
A frame, the photo
Of which shall wane,
Only when I am no more,
It's your great pic:
MUMMY!
Let people say
Whatever they believe,
But for me, I am sure:
That you can never leave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
On the wall of my heart Is a nail, on which hangs A frame, the photo Of which shall wane, Only when I am no more, It's your great pic: MUMMY! The silent wall is glorified at holding the frame of such a great soul, the canvass of the lovely mummy.. It is a point of no return indeed. I sympathize with you on the occasion of the sad demise of your mother Your ode to mother is short yet lovely. Keep it up..