One bright and sunny morning
in the activity of the day,
the mailman called
and the heavens roared
as she smiled in that special way.
She cheerfully opened an envelope
and there to her utter surprise
a cheque she found
for thousands of pounds...
a coveted poetry prize.
Thoughts of giving entered her mind;
thoughts of the dying and blind,
and cash she assigned
to the poor and deprived,
there was never a lassie so kind.
When her giving was done
the gift she had won
had flown like the blossom of May,
but her heart was so light,
she thanked God in the night
as she smiled in 'that special way'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem