Sending kisses through the years, alighting always on past memories, letting the essence of their love fill me with tears.
Beginning always with thoughts of someone who used to care for me.
Parents, relatives, friends, all waiting to greet me on the other side.
Knowing at least in my heart that I am wanted and loved for who I am.
A freedom defined in the rhythm of my future life in heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem