Well I can still remember,
when I really was quite young,
the bright yellow raincoat,
that shone like the sun.
Some comforting words,
and a mildly concerned frown,
for the unsteady toddler,
who was always falling down.
If love and kindness could be measured,
then there would be many in your debt,
you were many things to many people,
but I was always a child to protect.
Whenever a gentle breeze blows,
across a saltwater creek,
and whenever good friends,
embrace and smile when they meet.
I will always think of you but,
not with sadness in my eyes,
when the Brent geese leave our shores,
and take to the skies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem, well written and rhymed.