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******** A Poem by Hovhannes Shiraz Translated from Armenian by Knarik O. Meneshian Snow falls, flutters down like angel-wing feathers upon my mother's grave. Snow falls, piles high like a tombstone on the distant grave. Snow falls, and God gently lays snow flake upon snow flake so that my mother, pained long ago by Life, will not hurt again. Snow falls, and turns to marble. God Himself carves my mother's tombstone. -- Knarik O. Meneshian is a writer and teacher. She lives with her family in Glenview, Illinois. She has taught English in Armenia in the village of Jrashen (Spitak Region)in 1991, and in Gyumri in 2002-2003. She has published works in both Armenian and American publications, has authored the book "Reflections," a collection of poems, and has translated Rev. D. Antreassian's book, "Musa Dagh, The Banishment of Zeitoun and Suedia's Revolt" from the Armenian into English.