How will my son be smiling?
Maybe, like you, my lovely.
Then his smile will be sunny.
Be my child ever shining.
How will my son be smiling?
Maybe, like me, his mother.
Then this smile will be cunning.
Be my child never crying.
How will my son be smiling?
I don`t know but my wish is
That my child be happy…
And a fruit of your kisses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem