It is a poem from my auntie for my uncle
My soul overflows with sorrow,
of sorrow over the most wonderful man
and in me pain is born wild,
my heart is ice ...
Death came quietly again
in my world, so tidy
and among all the important people,
chose the sweetest for me.
He was always smiling,
ready to lend a hand
in your life without a drop of cynicism
and I'm proud of my last breath.
And today it's gone and it's kind of scary:
a huge gap is clattering.
Why life always takes us all,
to which so many do we hold?
Why is fate so terrible
and hits where it hurts the most,
why Death mows flowers,
and every weed just stands?
Is it - tell me - this is true,
is there a cure for this pain,
that only his place is empty today
and I mourn for the most wonderful person!
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-01-11 at 18:15
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Nine days without my husband by Raina Petrova traslated by Ann Wood
Today is nine days since the loss of my husband. We love you and miss you so much!My soul overflows with sorrow,
of sorrow over the most wonderful man
and in me pain is born wild,
my heart is ice ...
Death came quietly again
in my world, so tidy
and among all the important people,
chose the sweetest for me.
He was always smiling,
ready to lend a hand
in your life without a drop of cynicism
and I'm proud of my last breath.
And today it's gone and it's kind of scary:
a huge gap is clattering.
Why life always takes us all,
to which so many do we hold?
Why is fate so terrible
and hits where it hurts the most,
why Death mows flowers,
and every weed just stands?
Is it - tell me - this is true,
is there a cure for this pain,
that only his place is empty today
and I mourn for the most wonderful person!
Poetry by Ann Wood
Read 340 times
Written on 2020-01-11 at 18:15
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