With happiness she knows that she is pregnant,
that she still has got something left of him,
she becomes aware of how beautiful life is
and the new life in her does bring new meaning.
Now she is alone without him,
the one in whom she could pour out her heart
and for almost nine months she cries without end
until her new life does come
which she regards as a keepsake of him,
a child around whom she does build her life
and she is astonished by his innocence,
his commitment to her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem