You were my little child,
And I played with you.
We laughed, giggled and said boo.
We had funny fun.
You grew-up and rode on your bike.
You then went with me on a hike.
I love you and I like,
How you smile at me so sunny.
You now are a man but my son.
You are the loved one, you are the one.
And when you were a baby,
We played on the playground.
I played with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the way you close your work out as you started it...Smart poetic employment, especially with a rhyming poem. Enjoyed the read...Bet your son will too! ~FjR~