I can sleep through furious thunders and lightning strikes
I am a deep sleeper
But when I hear you cry my baby boy
My eyes awaken and in a hurry I bring you to my arms
Gently I whisper “What is wrong? ”
Your cries respond “I miss you when I close my eyes.”
All I can say is the truth “So do I.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem