Cherub child do you ever tire?
Will you always shine so bright?
Clapping hands and saucer eyes
You bubble each morning to see
Your ragtag button eyed doll
That you cherish so tenderly
With braided locks of yarn
Four fingers and no shoes
A crooked stitch for a smile
Patches here and there of blue
An azure princess in your eyes
Made especially for you
Such joy dear grandchild you give
My apron becomes a curtain
You're world is the stage for me
Will you sing me that song again
As I pour the imaginary tea
For you and your button eyed friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the first poem of yours I read.Your name seemed to me to be a greek name and decided to read some poems of yours.//I find it a real poem.Proud for you even by this only one poem.