A rose is like a mother, it is fragrant, sweet and fair
to look upon their beauty is a pleasure ever rare
yet a mother's beauty spreads beyond the kiss of morning's dew
for a mother's lips can kiss bruised knees and utter 'I love you.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is as sweet as a rose... thanx for sharing...