sometimes as we hear the eulogy
of the love ones departing
we sense this Death in the Middle
of Our Lives...
As one departs as the Others Cry
As children look without understanding
What sorrow is, what Pain is
We feel the void scratching deep
Down on some recesses of the Heart
This Emptiness that somehow also
Gives us the Courage to Move On
In us these little lives also depend...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem