I saw their curly heads today,
I saw their smiling faces.
Their eyes so dark and piercing
Coming from wondrous places
I touched their little bodies
Their arms so dewy, small
Their cheeks all round and dimpled
Their voices like bird song.
I saw my little grandkids
My daughter’s pride and joy
I saw her guide them gently.
Her darling boys.
Her hands were firm, yet gentle
And I remembered when
Those same hands, then much smaller
Brought wildflowers from the glen
.
Her feet, then so much smaller
Skipped light among the fields
Was it yesterday?
Oh God, was it yesterday?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh Liilia, your verses are like sweetest honey, so so lovely!