When the person who gave birth to you is here no more...
Leaves you asking' What's it all for'?
If they can't stay with you and see you through your strife...
To see their Sons become Fathers and their Daughters become a wife...
And live long enough to see all the Grands grown with their own...
Just seems so unfair that those left behind have to pick up the pieces and move on...
Afterall is said and done in their life's work...
To have death be their last and final perk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem