To my husband on his birthday by Raina Petrova traslated by Ann WoodIn the early days of the new year, my husband suddenly pastway.
His soul took a long journey, rest and peace to seek there from the outside.
I arrive at your grave every day, and today is your BIRTHDAY. You remains forever for 61 years.
That you could open your eyes, that you could hear you talk, that you could come back for a moment, and that you would love to hug us again, dearly.
With a sorrowful soul, with tear-filled eyes, with a deep grieving heart.
Bow and tell you forgive me.
Poetry by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-01-18 at 10:42
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