When she was five,
I saw her first,
Trotting behind her mom,
She was pretty...
When she was ten,
I saw her again,
Buying a candy,
She asked me 'You want one? '...
When she was fifteen,
I saw her mischievous smile,
She dumped an ice cream on my head,
She was fun!
When she was twenty,
I saw her gentle brown eyes,
There gleamed passion,
She was my love...
When she was forty,
I saw her creased face,
She held my hands,
She was my knowing friend...
When she was eighty,
I saw her toothless laugh,
Sharing an old memory with me...
Yes, She is my wife...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am sure that all grandpas will enjoy this meaningful poem!