All those nights!
she read me poems
until I'd drift away to sleep.
All those nights!
she read those poems
until they'd echo in my dreams!
Now she's gone! gone forever! ,
and all that's left are only words,
but my mother will never hear the poems
I only write for her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your mum must have been proud to have son who is a brilliant poet..........10