Little man? Little man! Where did you go! ?
Did you leave because I upset you so?
I wonder if, one day, you might return
if I were to promise to be less stern?
I miss you, little man, and hope you know
that I never wanted to make you go,
But I had to be… firm, and… Stand my ground -
the silence now is such an ugly sound.
Come, little man, you can’t hide forever -
it is time we were in bed together,
me tucking you in and stroking your hair,
protecting from monsters that are not there,
and whispering my love into your ear,
telling you, “It’s fine, because I am here.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem