We lost our friend, our sister, our nightingale,
Our diva, who sang 'Ave Maria, Gratia Plena' so well.
Our sister took flight, our angel is gone
To the celestial horizon; listen to the shadow of her footsteps.
Our angel had a contagiously pleasant smile on her lips.
Our sister was friendly, helpful, dedicated and cheerful.
She was very religious and kinder than the roses of the season.
Our friend is gone, where the sun shines plentifully,
Where the moon brightens the meadows and pastures brilliantly,
And the starry skies twinkle majestically.
Thousands of angels accompany her to a velvety soil,
Thousands of rainbows await her. What a phenomenon!
Ave Maria! May God bless her! We all feel the pain
Of losing a sister, who has endured patiently and courageously.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
celestial horizon. I like it. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.