A time of innocence, my Son;
Another Chapter had begun.
Life's Book contained empty pages,
No definitive images.
We each author our own story
Which then becomes our history. Some find solace in morning dew;
I found my joy in having you.
I felt your pains; I shared your tears;
I tried to allay all your fears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem