Try to search it, try to find it
That she is also a mother,
Mom, mum, mummy
Around her neck
Rounds you.
She is also a sister,
Have you found it,
Your sister
For whom feel you so much?
She is not only a beloved,
She is not a plaything
That think you of her.
Try to feel it how you mother had been,
How your sister had been,
Your love for them,
Try to feel it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have an entirely original style of seeing things and of describing them. This is something unique. Thanks for sharing