The world seems a colder place
With only the memory of your face....
So short the time you stayed
Yet so immense the role you played;
A daughter ...a child...a friend....
Your beauty and grace had no end.
As by your grave today I stand
With a single flower in hand
The comfort I take may seem odd
But I know now you wait with God!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem