I love to travel with my boys.
Had all five of them years ago.
They're all grown up, but still my joys.
We are family, doncha know!
A good mama, I've tried to be,
Teaching the boys how to live life.
I help the boys, the boys help me.
Stick together - whatever strife.
I do worry once in a while
About my boys when I am gone.
But watching them just makes me smile.
No matter what, we just go on.
If my boys are not treated right,
This mama whale's been known to bite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem