by Selma Meerbaum-Eisinger
They look at me brightly through the rain,
bright as sun drenching over me.
Though the rain can’t mar their glow:
Laughing, they lean into green,
their pure and fresh laughter
I place my song at your feet,
because today gives me joy.
Copyright ©:Translated from the German by Carlie Hoffman
Last updated January 10, 2023