In my arms is my creation,
with it's soft body and strong grip,
it sleeps with tender ease.
As I hold my baby girl I feel her breathing,
My oh my how her breath helps me to keep going,
with her tiny hands a wonderful smile,
to her tight grip and peaceful mind.
As i lay her down to rest in her little bed,
I cry for her and me,
for tomorrow my baby girl's mother splits us apart
Hey, The sad about this poem is its so true. I have never met a male who will walk for no reason if there a child invloved. You portryed this very well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So much pain....Nice poem.