i was born naked
she gave me clothes
i was born scared
she gave me hope
her loving hands
when touched mine with care
it created magic
when they ran through my hair
how can i forget
she gave me my first stuff toy
it was a brown teddy
and i hugged it with joy
a tribute for her care
a few lines i can infer
so loving is my mother
and my love is for her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the best poem I have read today. It is as good as it gets in classic poetry. I congratulate the writer on her achievement. GW62