The jet turns over the ocean
and a lonely gull,
flies past the wing.
Picturistic Cape Town is fading
while we fly,
through a sapphire blue sky.
Inland a summer thunderstorm
hangs heavy with dark black clouds,
like the feeling in my heart.
Death comes at its own time and place
and when I depart from the plane
it’s like walking into
another sad world,
where I would never see
my grandmother’s smile again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh this is so very very touching..... You did such a beautifull job of this creation.... BUT remember, sadly as it is... Things in life happen for a reason, sometimes the worst of reasons, and it is not our place to wonder why... someday it all comes to us... I am sorry for your loss.. I lost my mother a year ago this time, and this touched me in a very special way... Bonnie