I was a young boy when I met her...her face revealed her age...
I asked her, in the innocence of youth..."How do you control your rage?
She chuckled to herself and said, "A lot of patience...a lot of prayers
For I often have to bite my tongue...instead of biting theirs."
"Sometimes when life is difficult, " she smiled, "and it's a struggle to be kind...
I take what's good ahead with me...and leave my hate behind."
I was too young to understand then...what she was trying to say
But her words have visited me often...and still resonate today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem