One would think it impossible but yet possible the love between a mother and her son.
Yes their are time of fun, yet times of pain the pain shared between a mother and her son.
Do you remember the good old days, the days when you useto hold me close and tell me everything is going to be alright inpite of my sorrows?
Do you remember the first time I rode my bike? Do you remember my first fight? , Do you remember when you useto kiss me on my forehead goodnight?
Do you remember when other kids useto pick on me back then? , Yes those were the good days and the bad, but you were there with me throught it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem