I can look through the eyes of a parent,
But see through the eyes of the child,
Think back to when I was a youngster,
And things that made my parents wild.
All the things that I did, but they loved me,
All the times that I nearly forgot,
All the times that I really was nasty,
But bless them they loved me a lot.
So remember your child’s indiscretions,
Think back to the things you did too,
And learn, to forgive and to love them,
For that child is the image of you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem I hope all parents listen and learn