And the end is near
She is old
And she is
Telling God
Please take me home
I am ready for you
all that gather on the mirror is light. All that reflect from this is memory.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do believe that the day finally comes when we are ready and look forward to taking that final journey. Especially if we have been ill for a lengthy time period. Very caring poem. From the heart.