Because I feel that, in the skies above.
The angels, playing to one another,
can find among their burning terms of love.
None so dearest as that of 'Amanda, Amanda'.
Therefore by that dear name I long have called you
- -You who are more than angels unto me,
An fill my heart of hearts, where death took your life.
In setting my HomeTown South Carolina's spirit free.
My daughter- my own daughter, who passed away June 4,2010,
was but a daughter of myself; but you
are my daughter to the one I loved so dearly,
and thus are dearest than the daughter I knew
by that infinity with which my life
was dearest to my soul than its soul of life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem