A child is a promise of tomorrow.
Their eyes, tender and innocent,
Brings tiding to a mother’s heart.
In the end a warrior will he become.
A young girl is but a nymph,
A promise of youthful beauty,
Her weapon is intelligence,
And her charming eyes.
Like a shoot in the garden
If you water them they will grow
Like a masterful gardener
If you are diligent,
They will become,
A lush garden bearing flowers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Greetings in Jesus' name to you Tess. You'll enjoy my poem 'the Last Grave Robber'.