My children
My life.
In good times
And in strife.
I love them more
As they grow.
Though at times
Its hard for me to show.
I hope they know
How loved they are.
As they grow
Be they near or far.
This is for my children of three
I love you more then you may see.
Here is where
I end this poem for you.
Through good times and bad
I will be there with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem