Like ripples on the water
My thoughts so gently cast
Soft glimpses to the future
And houses of the past
The children in the daisies
The old folks at the home
Beyond the hill a swim hole
Where dragonflies held sway
The apples of the autumn
The singing of a tyke
With hair of gold and sunbaked
Whose heart would later break?
Oh, how those days passed quickly
Into a haze of gray
My hands, no longer vibrant
Soon will return to clay
The future still looks rosy
Though eyes are dim with age
My children are my offer
Writ on life's golden page.
Though one of them has left me
A parting oh so hard
He left a little clover
Reminder in the yard.
Although my life is passing
And family spread apart
They left their print forever
Upon this mother's heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liila, so glad I came across this masterpiece, just wonderful!