I love my children, oh, so much.
I love them better than tongue can tell
But I love them and let them be,
Some day they will make me proud, you see.
For if I should worship them while here
God might call them away some-where.
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While I sit alone in the twilight hours
Reflections crowd before me,
They carry me back to baby-land
Where children pounced upon me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem