when mother
was in the hospital
and she was
dying...but yet
unable to accept this
fact of life,
i held her hands
closer to my chest
assured her that
there is nothing really
to worry for we
can manage our own
troubles,
and i told her more
about a beautiful angel
waiting for her at the door
who shall guide her towards
her own room in heaven and
that was how she closed
her eyes to eternity
peacefully, perfectly...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mother! ! Life and death. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.