If you could see me in death what would you say?
Was your life's devotions played out in vain?
I see your disappointment in the box where you lay.
I understand your pain from the picture that you portray
To the body that is laid so stiff and straight
A picture of my former self, the reflection is mine
A reflection of me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very well written, very intense thanks for sharing michael