Theres a beauty in the face
Of that sister filled with grace
Gray hair like a halo rests
On her ancient head much blessed
Modest gentle she remains
In my memory's surging veins
When life's toil's too much to bear
Thoughts of her bring respite there
Many came into my life
Through the glories and the strife
Most forgotten left behind
But that one face plain and kind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely lovely verses