they protect us
and carry us
before were born
when were finally out
there the first thing we see
when we get older
they watch over us
when were confused
they help
when were in trouble
they come
when were mean
they love us still
when we need them
there always there
there is one word to sum this person up
mom
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice portrait for a mom, well written poem...........