2/3/99 10: 45a.m
it's holi today..
god knows why,
or only know i,
the chuckles, the cry
the shrieks, the cheers,
the crawling the babbling sounds.
his eating, his brabbling
my baby, my sweetie
my honey, my darling
i know he'll always love me,
when he grows up
i'll always miss his cute things.
for my Shree....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this peom really brings tears in the eyes...i have the same feeling for shree but cannot word it like u! ! ! ! ! ! !