There is a cross
on a side of the road
where a mother lost her son
how could she know
the morning he left
a little last time
she spend with him
for a little more time
well well well now
and then how will he give up
when he returned
to his past how will it be?
lost in the woods to be
get closer to them
to find them to live with them
to feel the love of the mother to her son.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem