Mary Carolina. A blue sky of a name,
And she could whistle; carry a tune for days-
for all the seasons, in her special ways.
She buried a daughter who was only seven,
And made downy biscuits white with leavening.
Everything she touched seemed to thrive;
She touched me, back when I was scarcely alive..
She touches me still, though it's been many years
(And came back once to say, have no fears..)
Mary Carolina, we'll never forget you-
You brought a touch to earth, of heaven..
(written to Caroline's Lullaby, by Clement D, Daydreamer Music)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the last line makes it! great poem.