the times that i've missed, \1
your first steps,
your first words,
missing you grow up
you are and will always be mine
our blood is and will always be the same
one day you will say to me 'I HATE YOU'
and to me that means that i am doing my job as a parent
and sometimes i cant always be there
one day you will understand what it means to love really love
the times that ive lost the times you`ve cryed just know that it will get better with time and we will be together
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem