Serene and reflective the old woman sits
warming her legs by the fire.
Calm and objective, her mem'ry selective,
past lovers and wanton desire.
Serene and reflective, a touch retrospective,
the ghost of a smile on her lips.
Her thoughts contemplative, warmth almost sedative,
she raises her teacup and sips.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem