There is nothing sadder in this world
Than to see a mother sobbing into a baby blanket
It doesn't matter how old he was
Or what he had become
It can never change a mother's love
She breaks my heart
Watching her cry
Sobbing, knowing that he is cold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sobbing into a baby blanket knowing that he is cold. ohhh wonderful expressions my dear Poet