The children from the union came after.
The excitement and all of the laughter.
Their wiggly giggly, and childish ways.
Every achievement they do shower with praise.
Some may lavish in their quiet solitude.
They may have more worldy things we conclude.
But they are the ones missing out these days,
on those wiggly giggly childish ways.
There is a family with children playing fiddles,
They enter contests to beat all the riddles.
A challenge is a treat, a trick is not scary.
To the children of David and Mary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem