One February morning, quite early in the day,
My daughter's time was over;
God had helped her slip away.
There were so many questions,
'We are miserable', we cried.
And yet nothing we could do now,
God's will would not be denied.
A 'tinkerbell' in spirit,
Tracey suffered so much pain;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem