Sarah reached her 'golden seventy'
ageing with such grace and serenity...
shining hair with hint of grey, and
memories within of her wedding day.
Sarah's son and Sarah's daughter
cared for her on Christmas Day...
grandchildren offered gifts to treasure
now close beside her they all stay.
Family life was thus rekindled
with loving hearts to calm all fear...
and with the yuletide story over,
Sarah steps into her seventy-first year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem