Recalling memories of the past, enjoying love emanating
from them interiorly.
Watching as they flow continually without interruption
touching this heart.
Giving it moments of joy mixed with the sadness of tears,
because they can no longer be opened up or relived.
Yet they will keep mind and intellect occupied with their
beautiful thoughts, love and images when older.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem