I don't remember how many times I have walked this path
Back to your arms each time
I face the mountains that is a welcoming sight
Finding my way back home to you.
The familiar sights and sounds
The garden of lush greens
The music that is a constant reminder
Of your genius within.
The gentleness in you
Your quiet unassuming ways
The way you hold my hand
The way I hold on to yours.
Thank you for never letting me go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That is full of those good, familiar feelings, the return to where you should be. Hiden in there is also that touch of sadness that you were away at all, prompting the need for the journey back. The language holds those feelings and conveys them eloquently to the reader. Nicely done - and much loved by this admiring reader.