Carry me on your shoulders to fill me with love.
Holiness belongs to you.
Split up the rock.
Touch the waters that gush forth.
Make it life giving waters for me.
Lift me up from the valley.
Carry me on your shoulders
up above your mountain
to feed me with your love.
Your soft touch alone
Will make me holy;
This unworthy being
who often falls in the valley.
(This was published in Poetfreak under the name of Genovamaaa. Genova was my beloved mother. She died at the young age of 38. I want to keep her name alive as long as I am alive) .
The love of a mother to her child is immeasurable and invaluable. Here the love of your mother is being so touchingly painted. This is a great tribute to her. You want to keep her name alive as long as you are, is so nice decision. I am too sorry that your mother is no more from the age of thirty eight. May God bless her soul to rest in peace. It is a beautiful poem.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
falling short of words again! you deserve the best as always! 10