Overseas of the powering Pacific
Underneath to verdant New Zealand
Shines so bright the Pukapuka Mystic
The charming Sage of Kaila George
Here's to the mother of all underdogs
Champion of hope in the grime of night
Sweet is the Lilac that pours your words
A cynosure vigilant of life's equal rights
A daughter, a fighter a painter of prose
Living is your constant affectionate Addiction
Your kindness and support are my salvation
That I sometimes think you're beautiful fiction
I see what you cast in your simple spells
A saga of tragedy, redemption and wonder
If only you threw your guilt like a stone
Libations would show you're a Renaissance mother
Beginning was a rough start in your game
I'll never understand the places that you've been
The pain of this world is a doubt we all share
But you are the proof that love can be seeing
If mothers are angels then you are Seraphim
Who sings under rays of God's staged grace
Soft as moon silk you float like a feather
Holding the worlds plights a self-sacrificing Saint
You dance on a cloud where dreaming is aloud
Magistrate active in empathies brigade
And if the world would could learn from you
We'd all be shining down tenacities parade
Overseas of the powering Pacific
Underneath to verdant New Zealand
Shines so bright the Pukapuka Mystic
The charming Sage of Kaila George
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your a friend, and you have done so much good, I was dedicated to writing something. I hope its what you approve