Love grows if well-fed.
Eight white lines, stripe
And they walked to cross
(Parents, son)
I waited and observed
Remembered my mother:
"Others' son be blessed."
Meant my dad,
Her husband for decades.
Son walked with his parents
Mother leaned on father.
Love grows if well-fed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love grows immensely when given and enjoyed when received nice thoughts you've shared
Greatly said...thank you