I met her Beautiful a lady,
Caring like a mother,
Cuddling like a sister,
Daring like a wife.
In her arms is the protection of a mother
The hug of a sister
The touch of a wife.
With her is the beauty of motherhood,
The glamour of sister
And the joy of a wife.
Her tears of concern like those of a mother
Her smiles like that of a sister
Her laughter like those of a wife
Her caresses like those of a mother
Her clitches like those of a sister
Her graze like those of a wife.
In her eyes you see the strength of a woman
Her heart bold and brave
Wide and open
Accommodating and gentle
Beautiful and well treasured...
She is a jewel of ador and splendour
So amazing to imagine
What beauty lies in her...
In her you see a mother
Through her you feel a sister
And by you she goes like a wife
With love and care beyound limit...
Indeed, she is memoir of a mother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem