You are too young to understand yet
what you are to me.
You are the sun, the moon, the stars
and everything good I see.
You are too young to hear my dreams
that you will be content
all through your life wherever it leads,
wherever you are sent.
Sweet child of mine as I hold you
and kiss your gentle brow,
I know I've been blessed like others
as I look at you and vow
to love you
protect you
and encourage you.
To appreciate you
guide you
and then free you,
So you will live a life so fine
and be able to say 'Sweet child of mine.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem