Too Early To Die Poem by Ilire Zajmi

Give me your hand, when I won’t be able to stand on my feet
Give me a childish smile when the first wrinkles appear on
my forehead
Give me a fervent kiss on my bruised lips
shroud me with the warmth of your body
when cold turns me on ice
lodge me on the sweetness of your heart when I lose faith in
love

keep me alive in the most extreme edges of memory
when because of sclerosis I will forget my own name
Give me spirit to revive my Odysseus
when death embrace me as a mother does a child

You do not let me die so early
I don’t want to become a shadow of remembrance
Penelope on the island forgotten by the world.