I took her home,
she died today
after doctors gave up hope.
and I took her home
and I buried her
after her sleep she never woke.
I placed a stone
upon her grave
by the dim of dreary light,
but night will come
and night will bring
my dreams that give her life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice sad poem reminds me of my late father, who died before i died.