Today, I was rather reticent not feeling,
there was much to say. The reason for
this occurance, it's the month of December
and the eleventh day. Every year, I go through
this and my thoughts run rampant, as they
usually do. Nothing in this whole wide world,
can stop me, from missing you. I try to
prepare myself, for this unhappy occasion,
but it's never going to change, or go away.
And no matter what I do, for me, it can't be,
any other way. Some how, I manage to get
through this, for within my heart, I'll always
care. No matter what day of the month it
might be, as far as I'm concerned, you'll
still be there!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how true --life goes on but the memory of our loved ones is etched forever ----nd their abscence is more conspicious than their prescence - nice work!