She surely lives up to her given name of Grace
At charity fundraisers hers is a familiar face
A friend to the homeless and the refugee
The widowed grandmother of seventy three
With shoulder length gray hair and soulful brown eyes
The wear the passing of time brings she does not disguise
In hair dyes or anti aging creams she is what you see
So natural and lovely is how she seems to me
So down to earth and compassionate and always so sweet
One can say of Grace she is a joy for to meet
About her she has such a beautiful way
One who sows the seeds of good Karma every day
Compassionate and caring she lives up to her name of Grace
And the Human World for her in it a much better place.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem