As she descended on this earth, silently she lived;
from a child, to a girl, to a woman she grew.
She did not know of the wonders of life like we did
but life knew of her innocence and helped her thro'
She passed her days in sweetness and joy
walking and doing things she could do without any hue or cry;
thro' the city and around the garden she strolled
always amused and content as time rolled.
And though a princess she was by herself, little did she know
how bejeweled was her treasure box;
she must have never touched it at all
as ignorance was her only true companion.
Was there anything she ever wished for?
could anyone ever ask her of her dreams?
No greed, no hatred she bore,
her life was a garland and her days were her flowers.
As when she had to leave on her eternal journey,
hearts wept to see her face in such peace and calmness;
life in all its grandeur unto God's call surrenders in spite of all belongings,
O' will an angel like her ever need our prayers?
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I would like to translate this poem
She passed her days in sweetness and joy walking and doing things she could do without any hue or cry; thro' the city and around the garden she strolled always amused and content as time rolled. the death of your very young cousin, made you write this. thank you for this poem. tony