She glides from life to life,
But has no name,
Attracting no attention,
Asking for nothing,
Her golden curls going unnoticed,
Her electric blue eyes continually surpassed,
But her impact on each life that she touches,
Unchangingly transforming the existence forever.
Molding their being for the better,
Teaching them the ways of time,
She guides them along the way,
Pointing them toward the right path,
And gently steers them,
To their destiny.
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I would like to translate this poem
wait i know who she is, she is mom.....a lovely poem beauty!