My grandma and Mannerheim

Black Male, Mannerheim
is selected. The people of Finland
peas in a position nenässään.
Maybe the smile,
I might ironically laughs.
How to hard-working, sometimes
we are the Mannerheim League for women.
Women in family work,
we are the souls of the itch,
families with children because of the fight.

I Mannerheim League for the dead
family, today the opinion of the credit.
Yet in my eyes the old salt
sting.
My grandma, he liked woman
I knew, her dolls at the front
working hard. Now, in honor of the fatherland,
and chivalry to write
this poem a little everyday.

Grandpa never told no,
from as many medals
the war he got.
After the war, he was
man of the quietest.
Only created a world of sound
a beautiful violin melodies.


http://fi.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Gustaf_Emil_Mannerheim