You wished warmth of your angel's arms
That goodbye kiss you had every morn
A hug on return, to Sweet, at noon
Departure came but way too soon
Lunches, brunches, suppers and dinners
Races, paces, losers and winners
She won with your win, lost with your loss
Alone in her absence, her presence a mass
She has things left incomplete
The storms of life, you to compete
To struggle hard and come out strong
Not to flee but stand fast long
She was an angel, with heart of gold
Mom your sweet, A Love unfold
Jahan zaib: 14/12/2012
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I would like to translate this poem
Jahan is right sunprincess, we all with you your mom is going nowhere but looking at you from far even without you knowing..she is around just have great time to immerse soul back in time with here and i hope you will be free when you pray for her_Soul