It is the time of spring on earth.
They are breathing the musky Florida air
Through shifts of white clouds
I catch glimpses of them.
Thankfully, I gave in to the disease
Which ultimately killed me
I chose love and death.
I could still be there
Hoarding empty days.
But my time became full.
I really like my new abode
And send you a gentle kiss
As you sit there in evening's shade.
Looking into the distance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'My time became full', a loved one in Heaven reassuring someone close on earth that they are happy, tender, touching, lovely.