New spring, she used to buy the pots of flowers
And one day she bought a shroud embroidered with flowers,
Because of loving them and long time she've stored it to cherish
In closet. It's beautiful golden hemp cloth not garnish.
She's silently sleeping and lying in flower bed.
She'll fly to the air to get on a bobsleigh sled.
In the flower bed she's dreaming to fly to sky
And with a flimsy golden wing, she does to lie.
She've prepared to tread the way for long time, today.
She've loved the flowers in her life and will smelling on the way.
She's lying on the flower bed in a golden cocoon,
She's smiling to dream her honey and lying to swoon.
Today, she's wearing the golden shroud to go
Away to meet her husband. Long ago
He passed away, with a dress with no pockets and no purse,
And hastily mind she's getting on a limousine-hearse.
(Feb.,2025, Kinsley Lee)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem