Mothers and Teachers, do you know?
You were chosen to raise the children of tomorrow.
Whatever you do, whatever example you show,
That's what your little one will reject or follow.
However, no one knows what comes out when they grow up,
You just do your best, they'll find anyway what is in their cup.
In life everyone works out the law for each other,
If you did your best still it is up to them to become lesser or greater.
You can try here and now to deal with your little one as a person,
Respecting, guiding with love and patience
Instead keeping him in a dungeon.
Building his self confidence to became fair and true,
By becoming that only goodness and happiness
In his life could continue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good apostrophe to mothers and teachers, the role-models for young children...the lines are composed with an approach of a diagnostician of the society... (if the gold rust, what shall iron do? ? ? chaucer...)