Underneath a willow tree
under a lazy sky
We were resting side by side
My dear child and I
Mother, she asked, what will I be
Will I be good, just like thy
Being good, my child, I say
is hard worship work and pray
Whatever hard times you will meet
leave behind you envy and greed
still... all misfortune you will see
Never breaks the bond
between you and me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I truly love this poem. As a Mother myself, I can relate. We have so much love for our children and hopes and prayers for their lives. I am really enjoying reading your work!