Lovely beauteous gracious grace,
Heavenly soothing oozes from my sisters’ face,
Mother, sister, darling, -the greatest of human race
Goddess divine appears in her shrine in this earth like place.
Aimee, your picture costs nothing to pay,
It elevates the mind with photon ray,
The mind deepens to sublime,
And rises above age and clime.
Your brother bless you with all her heart,
And share the picture with your part.
In the coming tomorrows,
With fleeting time’s shadows,
You and I would grow old,
But the picture would remain
For ever fresh and ever bold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem