With two soft arms you did reach out to me
in your small dress in church I did a real fairy princess see,
undaunted you drove your own electric-car up and down
pass the barking dogs in the streets of the town
with sky-blue eyes smiled at me with love and tranquillity.
You started to talk, in church wanted papers on which to draw
went to the elder to ask for them and held the church in awe
and no other grandchild could the stereotype of you be,
in your small dress in church I did a real fairy princess see.
© Gert Strydom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem