Fire flies light up the night sky
beautiful figures dance all so gracefully
that song, that enchanting voice
those words kept me safe
the hugs kept me warm
someone wiped away tears
held me near, dear to their heart
those songs i hear, the songs they sing
can't describe it but the joy it brings
these are the things which live in my memories
these are the things that were once given to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Keep ahold, but let them flow. The memories of childhood are the happiness we grow.