A mother and child, picking purple flowers, from their simple little garden.
Running around, playing and bathing in the warm, happy sunshine.
Laughing at jokes, pointing and aweing over Animals big and small.
They mimic the birds as they sing their song and give their children a call.
The kid's eyes sparkling, as she held the flowers at her heart, declaring ‘mine.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem