How sweet it seems the life we’ve lived.
Of futures past of what we’ve seen.
When we first met a love did glow, a
Thought, a dream, a seed to grow.
We brought forth life we nurtured them.
They bring forth life there is no end.
Of what will be where will they go.
With love of life our children know.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem