News from home;
the sky is cold;
For she is affected;
my thoughts dissected.
Caught in death's fang;
stood with no plan;
For how can i face the morrow;
when the tree is fallen.
Dark years;
sorrow and tears;
A life of no rest;
dictated the rest.
Thought she had gone;
misery would have struck;
A sacrifice in the night;
could not have been heaven's delight.
Yet she lives;
her children in peace.
Yet she leads;
I'll erect a statue of bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem