How brave you were to plant a seed;
to try and grow a tree
and nurture such a little weed
that ended up being me.
The strength and love it took to raise,
I simply cannot know,
for you are bonded in such ways
that meant you could not grow.
With smiles and hugs and words you came,
attending every day -
a gardener in all but name
to help me on my way.
Of all I am, you are the sum,
my brilliant, beautiful Mum.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so simple and so effective...a wave of motherly affection surrounds and wraps this write! ! !