While driving people to and fro'
as through the hustle and bustle
of the season they go,
Preparing for that special day,
where families come first
and children hold sway.
I think of those who are not with us now,
and ponder a moment, thinking back how.
How we shared some great moments
in the time they were here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem