Covered in sand-colored sleep, tired from this heavenly
journey of sisterly love.
Holding preciously beautiful moments of family life
cupped within memories of my soul.
Always prepared to give something of self to share with
one another.
Life lives on in us while Mom watches with love in
heaven all seven of her children on earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
there is love and nostalgia in this beautiful poem...