I think about you always
I wonder what your first word would have been
I think it would be mamma or No
I wonder how you tiny hand would feel cradled in mine
I think it would be soft and warm
I wonder how your voice would sound from first word to manhood
I think it would be tiny and sweet, then cracking, then deep and kind
I wonder who you would resemble as you grew
I think your father.. you looked just like him when you were born
I wonder how you would have acted on your first day of school
I think you would be brave, but I would cry when I left you
I wonder what kind of man you would have become
I think you would be handsome, smart and gentle
I wonder if you know that I love you and miss you still
I think you do I feel you with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem