To my daughter
To bring my life joy
God gave me a cherub,
A beautiful little girl
Who doesn’t resemble me at all.
She is tender, delicate,
Like an exquisite flower,
Entrancing in its fragrance,
Its sweetness and candor.
Heaven helps me raise her,
Mother Mary, too.
What an enormous responsibility
to care for this beautiful cherub God gave me
one August twenty-seventh
To bring my life joy.