Those little thoughts, some where there and some where near…
The ones of a babies smile, bringing about the swear tear….
Wishes of sliding down a rainbow, the one that made me fear…
Holding my father's hand, the one that made me feel near…
Little would I forgot my Mother's affection...
Never would I forget my Grandma's dedication...
Growing big was once my little passion…
Being grown being empty for not accomplishing my ambition…
Memories…those sweet little memories...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
memories stay sometimes its the best part of life