(To my sisters - my treasured lilies)
Three little lilies were the best of friends,
They grew up in garden surrounded by love
Twenty five years down the line,
the oldest lily thought it was time
Time for her to leave
It was her season to grow in a different garden in a different home
The other lilies greaved
They felt abandoned and all alone
They knew it was the natural progression in life
But could not understand and mend the hole inside
The oldest lily felt it too
but put on a brave face to help them through
Life was sad, life was hard
the oldest lily was ohhh soo far
Holidays came and she felt all alone,
She hoped and prayed to go back home
The Lord heard her prayers and granted her desire
Once again she was united and her heart was a blazing fire
Her smile returned and her heart was warm
She looked above and thanked the Lord
The week came and the week went
It was time for her to return
The memories like treasures in a jar
she held them in her heart
to puill them out when the lilies were far apart! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem