He’s older now, and kisses me shyly
His words now often tell me coyly
Though he’s getting bigger, he’s still a boy
His imagination comes alive
In colours vibrant; and football he loves
Plays like a tyrant
When he flops down besides me
And the day’s work is done
Sleepy eyes look at me, just as he was born
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The worlds a big adventure then it's back home to be close to mum... aww 10