She is, simply put, that which life requires,
Creative, humorous, and supportive.
Listens to when you talk, understands when you speak.
Rich in beauty, spirit, and heart.
A person, she is, who you live to admire.
The kind of person that gets you when you need to be lifted.
But who is she? The loud one? The joker? The meak?
A sister, a lover, a mother, a friend.
It matters not who she is,
It matters only what she is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem