Mirrors reflecting past images of good times and cheer,
now laid to rest tearfully as cancer hits another
relative who is very dear.
Laughter and smiles emerge for moments at a time as we
remember funny things that happened long ago.
Legionnaire spaces of time brought into focus through the
memory of a mind.
Pictures hanging on a wall at home, precious to a heart's
remembrance, yet a tearful sorrow brought to bear against
tomorrow.
Left standing in a lonely hall down the path of life,
holding both heart and mind tenderly in the childish
palms of my hands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
left standing down a lonely hall down the path of life nice writing yes the heart remembers