Life for me hasn’t been easy
Expectation too high, resources too low
Arrived at school always dizzy
That hard, I had to grow
In our time, being woman was tough
But worry not my girl
I will arm you to survive, no matter how rough
I won’t spoon feed you, though
For, the future is yours; you will be on your own
You will stumble and fall
And that is not all
You will get hurt and cry
Don’t quit, for victory is at the edge of defeat
I will be there, to pick you up on your feet
But I am never to live your life
I am just your father
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem