At the graveside
when all the goodbyes
have left, going on to
other worlds,
we who remain
hang around here and there
Looking into each other's
eyes saying,
'I'll see you later', hoping
to catch a glimpse
of the one
we all came to say
goodbye to.
-In these times
the hope of hello's
dance divinely with
the grace of
goodbye's.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes at a funeral we meet old friends that we haven't seen for a long time and won't see again until the next funeral.