At times she sings for herself
and sometimes I hear her
talking to the animals
and at times there’s happiness
which bubbles out by itself.
She loves water
and if it’s a hot day,
she wants to swim
and it’s as if it takes her
to a place of healing.
I see her bathe with candlelight
and her wet body glitters,
while she’s locked to a world of her own
To me she’s beautiful
when she lies on my chest
and look at me with big eyes
and I burn her image into my soul.
She is my rock to which I anchor
en when life’s storms come;
it’s her safe waters
that protects my humanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem