It is Christmas time again,
The time when family and friends congregate
But on the table is kept an empty plate
A space that is kept bare
For a mother or father that is no longer there
Ribbons, bows, and other pretty things
Can never replace the joy that a person brings
Although they maybe gone do not despair
For they are forever with you if you keep them in your heart
And in your morning prayer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem