Picture that, i would never imagine being in these
neck of the woods
I was a jewel in a certain female's womb
I had the luck and grace of a classical
motherhood
The gift of life, I never presume
She was devout, lavished me with her unwavering love
Even I could not select the genes that make me who I am
Simplistic and innocent as that dove
He was a leader and peaceful, the origin
of his name
The joys that await
The hope they have for their son, reborn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem