The day you will marry me, you will never seize to be called my baby.
even though we have so many children, I will still call you my baby.
You will be my god son, my baby man and the father of the children of my womb.
when our children grow, I will stop cooking for them,
I will stop doing their laundry,
They will be independent and leave our home.
but for you, well....
you will forever be my baby because I will forever cook for you
I will forever do your laundry
and only me knows how best to calm you down.
I know which point point to press when I want to add a smile on your face.
I know best your favorite dish and know best how to cook your temper when it is boiling with anger.
You will forever be my baby.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem