The clay beneath her muddy feet, welled up between her toes,
A squeal of unencumbered bliss, from her young soul arose,
Dancing in the rain alone, arms spread-eagled wide,
An aged mother looking on, shook her head and sighed.
“Remember well these carefree times…before the clock of ages chimes”.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem