My mom is now a septuagenarian
Yes she is a veteran
But for me she is a child
Who at times shout, scream, go wild
She is my little daughter
For whom I become a mother
She suffers fro old age problem
That make me feel like a lame
Who witness the fading away of her dear mother
With tears will remember her daughter
Who could not fight
So her mother is soon to go out of her sight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
again...just understood the meaning and the way you r expressing..! !