As I walk along and my son takes
my hand
and I feel his love and bond for me,
with loving pleasure This I enjoy.
For soon he'll feel he's too old to
show his love and bond for me.
When he's tucked in at night, and the
I love you's are said, I cherish the moment,
for soon he'll feel he's too old, to
say his love for me.
A hug and kiss I'll surely miss,
When he feels he's too old for this.
We will always know the love
in our hearts, and never be too old
to let it show.
It's a love that's never too
old, and will surely show.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem