Beautiful flowers growing in little ceramic pots on the
edge of the porch, pansies, yellow, white and red, all
matching blossoms of cacti all around us.
No hatred, racism or intolerance, just colorful flowers
swaying in the afternoon breeze, peaceful, tranquil,
greeting us with their essence.
Sitting here in the back yard enjoying this wonderful
day with the Grandkids, watching them play, listening
to their joyful laughter and giggles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem