My sons, you are slowly growing
away from the babies I remember.
Every passing day I wish you were still
the little babies that I could sit and hold for hours.
I know you each have to grow,
to become your own person.
Yet I still wish that time would stand still,
to keep you as you are now.
I'm afraid that one day soon
I'll have to let you go completely.
I hope at least, that I will always
be the one you come to for advice.
My sons, how I ache to keep you here,
yet I also hope you have a child of your own
To pass on the teaching and advice
I have and will give each of you.
My sons, you will always be with me
no matter where you go or who you become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like that this has more punctuation.... punctuation makes it easier for your reader to read your work and what your trying to get across. 'My sons, how I ache to keep you here, yet I also hope you have a child of your own.' those lines show good emotion. readers like to know that the writer is human. good job here. Becca