My son,
What thoughts race through
My mind when I see you?
What do I feel when I see you?
Your pensive eyes, your thick brows,
Your cute smile, your tiny fingers
Why, they look so familiar.
Is it vanity?
If I see myself in you
To think that you came to be
Partly because of me
That in you, I will live
Even long after I shall have left
This world of mortals
Lovely piece of a father, touching poem...expressive with full of sentiments....Thanks 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a subtle language and some fine reflection on fatherhood.