Voices carrying through the years, loving, caring and
forgiving us at times through memories of yesteryear.
Moments being pictured on inner photographic screens,
beautiful, gentle and memorable.
Never having anyone touch or take them from us through
life.
Only death has that possibility, yet we do not know for
sure that it does or will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem