She ran laughing through the meadow
trying to catch the cloud's shadow
she caught fireflies, watched them glow
then let them go, then let them go.
She watched new kittens, eyes-wide
discovered where baby birds hide
chased butterflies, brought frogs inside
life was her guide, life was her guide.
Her ballerina photographs
her birthday, hugging her giraffe
some make me cry, some make me laugh
how time has passed, how time has passed.
Not long ago, my little child
today I'll cry, today I'll smile
seems she was mine but for a while
we'll walk the aisle, we'll walk the aisle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a touching and poignant piece Chris....if we could only hold time in a bottle.....This is beautiful...10 Lodigiana x
When I write a poem that brings a tear, I know within the truth is near. Thank you kind poetess.