If I ever get to heaven, I will look
for you first to let you know I only
am doing this for your own wellbeing
I know your love has been lost many
many years ago, for me, you know
I understand that now and have freed
myself of that tredmendous animosity
that built this huge wall between us
Struggling, and praying nightly for
the pain to subside within your soul
I have given all that I can possibly give
and have realized that now
But it does not give me the power to
through in the towel as I watch you struggle
to even understand the daily chores of life
Your eyes are so sunken in this disease,
it is consuming your every action along with
every non conception of reality
Mother, please know somewhere
I am doing all I can for you and to
guide you through this hell of deterioraton
that has held hostage of your soul........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bonnie, We all have our hills to climb... your poetic works paint a vivid picture that pulls the reader into the poem, and it cascades over them like a waterfall... this is a very stirring write. Robert