This is a poem my mom wrote about her moms death. I recently re read it and though she did not write this about her death, i can definatly relate. i belive that it is a beutiful poem and anyone who has lost a close family member can appreciate it!!!!!
My Mother Who Was Passing by-Florica Batu Ichim
Like a sunny cloud
she came and
then away she went,
my mother
falling asleep at sunset.
In its shadow
there did remain
a field full of flowers
and a drizzle rain…
Behind her
children were mourning
and up were growing,
thinking
and thinking…
’’Sunny cloud,
when will you be back?’’
Asks the dust.
’’Mother,
are you still among the living?’’
from the wax, from the sun and the wind
drops of tears are pouring…
English version by
Muguraș Maria Petrescu
