She had been sitting in her favourite chair
Looking at the hills beyond
She found herself looking out a window from the past
As she watched her younger self run along with her brothers
And her sisters so eagerly running up the hill, to play hid and seek
To run amok in the evergreen that grew majestic upon that
Wind swept hill....aahhh yes the joy of living brought a smile to her lips
Then she remembered how in her teens she had been keen to meet
Her first true love upon that very same hill...he hid behind the tree
As he waited for her to appear, eager to be apart of her to make her
See and understand just how much she meant to him, then the war came
he promised as he said his farewells that he would be back for her, she knew
Even then he would not return, but smiled and said..I will wait for you my dear
A tear fell has she remembered that dreadful telegram, her heart broken
She tried to live as best she could, but she never was the same after that day
She cackled to herself as she recalled just the other day children
Running and laughing and screaming as they passed her old house
The witch is gonna eat us...we better run like hell...with mocking laugh
She shook her fist as she watched them disappear behind the old evergreens
Tears came to her eyes as she laughed at these wonderful little rouges...eeh
Let them think what they please...I know better than them...and grinned
As she watched them run all the way home...hehehe
Then one last surprise as she sat on her chair....she perched to see a figure
Just standing outside in front of the evergreen tree, oh my who could that be
She could barely believe at who stood before her...calling her name
Its time to come my love...set yourself free...she ran with joy straight into his arms
Not looking back...at her body of old...as it lay on the chair
Faced towards the hill were she remembered so many joys
Thats how they found her the very next day, a contented smile
Still on her face
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem