Loving her was like the wind blowing through
the trees, it was natural and free.
My spirit was nurtured, molded, and set in
time with the universe.
She laid her wisdom in the trenches of my soul.
Mama guided my light with peace and joy
across the rivers of life.
Her arms were a place of safety and
comfort when the storms got bad.
She taught me about life and death.
Both are to be embraced, not feared.
And destiny should be appreciated, not
carelessly thrown about.
An opportunity has passed to have my very own Angel.
The teacher has taught her last class, given
her last motivation speech, guided me across
my last river, and has left her wisdom in my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem