My golden child
in the sun
My child of my
heart and dreams
From faraway fields
of time gone by
I see you
in misted
moments of memory
stepping over stones
in the warm meadow
Then running to me
with open arms
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A vivid memory worded out with care Jim - - this is a precious addition to life's stream of experience which can be cast aside or stored as you have here and so tenderly - - - - full of heart........ thank you and glad you are writing again.......Fay.