Maia, my sweetheart, my darling,
When you read this, years from now,
You’ll remember your grandpa
Who carried you to look out the window
And see the birds fly,
Or to look down below for the cat,
And you’d say “meow, meow”,
And I’d ask “What did the dog say? ”
and you’d say “woof, woof” quietly.
And when I say goodbye, you look at me
Wondering why I should leave you,
But whenever I come back, you open your arms
So I’d carry you to my room
Where you’d kiss the statues of Baby Jesus,
Mother Mary and St. Joseph. You’d say “sshh”
Because Baby Jesus sleeps,
And you’d touch His Sacred Heart.
And I pray for you always
So that when you grow up,
you’ll remember
these few precious moments
we had together.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem