The little pink rose holds my first blush,
My first breath that I took,
The way I look up to my daddy,
The way I learn to cook from my loving mother,
The way I realized that I loved my hero and everyone around me,
the way that i will follow in my parents footsteps and become a responsible adult.
So lovely Vixtoria, and a very sweet acknowledgement of the love you have for your parents. Well done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice poem Victoria. Lovely reference to your parents.