People near the end of their lives are beckoned closely,
wanting to go back in time, not wanting to lose a
precious moment for it may be lost forever.
Wanting to stay whole, no matter the tears, sorrow, loneli-
ness or emptiness it has left in each of us, just wanting
to recapture the entirety of our lives.
Hopefully taking it with us to heaven and also leaving it
within our family's circumference when we're no longer here
on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem