Rising artist artfully
Weaving palette poetry
Crafting beauty brilliantly
Painting living lovingly
Radiating like the sun
Growing, glowing little one
Sharing, caring, never done
Giving love to everyone
Freshening like summer rain
Watering the famished plain
Raising rows of golden grain
Making meadows bloom again
Feeding families facing fear
Helping homeless hasten here
Nursing needy neighbors near
Doing double duty dear
Leaving home when she was young
Grieving those she was among
Flipping on her face she flung
Falling in a ball of dung
Getting up when she was dead
Going home to sleep in bed
Thinking more of food instead
Showering like mother said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thinking more of food instead, good one