M-elvin Jr, dear son of mine
Whose name truly reminds
Of a love so great and divine
of a man and woman's dine
for you to be born this time.
E-ntwined with a love so pure
That knows no gain to lure,
You were born to truly endure
The rigors of this life to insure
fate blessed with better future.
L-ove you and wish you fine
As we all beckon the time
You first behold light's line
On a solemn night's shine
Of October 14's great grin
V-erily, I say with composure
Our love never fail to insure
Our dream for your future
As a teacher with deep gesture
Of faith in God for His pleasure.
In your natal day's divine
Sail with prayer's entwine
So that even if life may incline
To lean upon sorrow's grin
You can sail away and be fine.
N-ever give up the grandeur
Of sailing amidst every failure
Even if poverty starve to pressure
For at the end, there is pleasure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem