Watching my sons grow through myriads of tears,
feeling pride as they become wonderful men.
Ideals taught when younger have manifested them-
selves in ways of manners, etiquette, articulate
speech, loving, caring, gentleness, spirituality,
respect for life, others and self.
Absolutely beautiful beings with pure hearts and
souls is whom I am seeing as I gaze upon the
wonderful, intelligent sons I've taught and raised.
Nothing in life can compare with the pride and love
I feel for my cherished, precious children, my sons,
eternally bred in God's own hands, now grown with
responsibility of their own families.
Knowing that when I leave life to go beyond it, my
sons will teach and raise their own children with
ideals and traditions they were taught from the
beginning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing is more satisfying and wonderful than watching our children grow with all the love and care that they eventually pass on to their own children. You have all the reason to be proud of yourself.