Am no poet, so I may sound trifle prosaic.
Had lessons in classical music, oh, so archaic
She stood with her slender hands on her slim hips,
Smoldering eyes, a smirk on her lightly painted lips.
I remember, you taught me to be honest.
So let me finish, before you comment.
Let it be clear, now my family comes first
Make no demands, when you are sick or hurt.
Come child, I will show you the door.
For a moment looked absently at the floor.
One doesn’t get care and love on demand
Thank God, I didn’t let down my guard.
My eyes drifted to my shelf that displayed Gibran
Time to refresh memory about what he said of children…
Bach also wrote if you love someone let them go and so on
Life is like a flowing river climbing over rocks and goes on…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem