Today
For the
Funeral
Director
One Job
Well done
Tomorrow
With the
Rising Sun
Another Job
To be done
For the
Bereaved
One
The
Grieving
Process
Never gets
Done
(we never get over the loss of our loved ones....they remain in our memories and we miss them until our very last breath)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem