The merry widow in her home,
So proud of her tidy residence,
Hostess to all who rambled in-
No age barrier or code of entry.
Seated beyond, beside the fire,
Always happy to have visitors.
Summer or winter all the same,
Goodhumoured, so dependable.
Sitting back while storytelling-
Smoking Carrolls number one;
Listening to the bits and pieces
That could be told to her alone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem