Never does a mother forget, that miracle of birth,
It stays within her memory,
With the last and with her first.
Nine long months of waiting,
For that bundle of joy to arrive,
Then wondering how to raise it,
While setting some of her life aside.
Yet with Gods' grace and wisdom,
That was instilled in her from the start,
She gives this little blessing of joy,
All her loving trust and heart.
Time passes quickly,
All childish things let go.
To become what you have taught them,
And everything you know.
A day to take upon themselves,
A spouse to start anew,
Starting the process over again,
Now the rest my child is up to you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem