daddy I wuv u
thwee fingars tawll
tho you hate mummy
making her fawll
daddy I love you
now that I'm big
why am I Mummy
whenever you call
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how a child grows and conversations change. our concerns, our worries, our topics of conversation change. yet the child remains intact, wondering at all that is changing around him/her....the child doesnt want to grow...ever.....yet again a moving, touching, stimulating and vibrant poem, which is so much your hallmark..thanks for sharing it..... Niks