I wrote a new poem in honor of my late American husband. At first I wrote it in Chinese, now I finally try to translate it into English, I wish you all can enjoy it.
Even God can't rob me of that piece of memory treasure, too.
I love you, my handsome American husband! I worship you, my dearest English teacher! You are a priceless treasure, a gold soul, as beautiful as this marble sculpture, you deserve being cherished and respected by people from all over the world!
My memory treasure
Can I go through the space and time tunnel and return to the past?
Even if I can only be allowed to hug you gently in a moment,
then I have to wave farewell to you again,
It is OK enough for me.
Can I go through the space and time tunnel and return to the past?
Even if I only catch a glimps
of your passing face,
I am still intoxicated with it for a long long time.
Where are you now?
The man who lives at the tip of my heart.
Forgive my negligence!
Never knowing how to care for people,
Never knowing how to treat people with great consideration
(especially you moved into a completely strange country due to me)
How I hunger to kiss you tenderly while touching your photo!
Let me feel your warmth again
Let me feel your breath again
But you have been...no more...
No matter how my tears
flow into the sea,
your life can't be back.
No matter how my heart cries bleeding,
I can't make up for my slow-wittedness and ignorance.
All I can do is
take a walk down memory lane,
recalling you and resetting you
again and again like evocation.
Your ecstasy,
your anguish,
your laughter,
your suffering,
Still be present vividly.
This piece of memory treasure
God fails to rob me of, too.
If I were a poet,
I could write the most romantic
love story with the incomparable rapture in the world;
If I were a sculptor,
I could carve a marble figure with the most affable and fair/magnificent appearance in the world.
Pitifully, neither am I a poet,
nor am I a sculptor,
I can only murmur
my bone-deep attachment
and eternal true love/revere to you.
You are my life's consummation
and spokesman.
See the moon in the sky,
it is full,
then it wanes;
it wanes,
then new to full.
If there is the next life,
I will cling to you tightly.
Let's watch the sunrise and sunset together,
Let's watch flowers blooming and fading together,
Let's watch the colorful kites of the sky from the children together,
hand in hand.