When Uncle Don wanted to ship me off to boarding school
Despite his great status and being my father’s boss
Mom said: No!
She claimed finances as the rationale
It was a lie.
She listened to good mother instincts which say:
“No one will love this child as much as I do,
I will not entrust (his or her) nurture to a stranger.”
If you are determined to rear a President
It will be necessary to suppress this instinct.
A life time later I see she was correct and in my case
Home would be left when it was time - not forced -
By some march to become something
That Uncle Don not God intended.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem