Mom, I wonder how you're doing today,
I wish that i can visit you somehow, someway.
One day, I could show much I've matured,
And learn so much again from your blessed overture.
I want to be taught again by your words,
cause the last thing you taught me will forever be heard.
'I want you to grow up a caring gentleman, ' you said;
As I continued to mature on my own, I had forever did.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem