Years of tears filling this heart, loving continuing
for everyone who has passed from this life.
A never-ending hole in my heart, nothing to fill it,
because those I have loved, each took a piece of it
to heaven with them.
Glad to know that they were able to take it's pieces
with them, knowing at least that we'll never really
be separated from one another.
Yet, what's left of my heart is torn and pierced, a
tattered rag in all respects, unable to be repaired,
mended or filled in again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem