I was once giving a motivational speech
On how to overcome challenges and difficulties
Suddenly I saw this lady arrive
Making her way towards the dais
Hardly in her thirties she looked ill and frail
Dragging herself with help, looking very pale
'I don't have much time left, have no regrets, just this one.
How do I break it to my son? He's just seven'
I patted her hand to offer comfort
Said, 'Don't wait. You are already late'
Evening she called her son, 'Dear, I have something to say, pray don't cry'
'Oh mother, is this when you tell me that you are dying? '
Both cried endlessly and hugged each other
The boy then brought something to her
An old rusty box with a letter inside
'Dear Mom, rest in peace, I'll always be by your side.'
She died after a few days, friends and family arrived
Buried in her casket, beneath the earth
The box and the letter by her side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem