At the prime of life,
When all seems to glitter
Hatched plans becoming real,
And the sun beginning to shine.
Then Claris, bright as the name,
Blossomed and stood out,
Hustling to make life livable,
Embraced the harsh and honeyed stints.
As if pushed to the gallows,
Ndumsuccumbed to the blows of cancer,
Weight that wore her shoulders to weariness,
Snatching from her the gem of life.
Pain and sorrow she knew,
As the battle against illness raged,
She fought and at last yielded,
Breathing her last and quitting this life.
Misery gone life becomes a mystery,
As the heavenly beings chant hymns,
Huggingthe neophyte into their midst,
While the former earthly buddies mourn.
Adieu Claris, shine forth into light,
The glory that endures eternally,
The joy that knows no sorrow,
The sunshine after the rain and mist. -Mbuwir and Amshel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem