Riding along, watching scenery slide past as I travel
across country over and over in my mind.
Sights seen from the past cross images on the way.
Beauty unsurpassed by anything, save that of my
children when they looked at me with loving eyes.
(7: 37 p.m. - 12/12/08)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem