She is my baby
She is my child
By some eternal miracle of life
My Dea, goddess for a wife
Bore unto this world
The most precious gift, a girl
Every second she grows stronger
And her baby brain begins to ponder
All of her surroundings
And even more profound things
Like why there is human suffering
And if in the beginning there was nothing
And that the vastness of the universe
is negligible next to the need to nurse
Still she silently promises someday there may be
Peace on (h) earth... maybe
She is my baby
She is my child
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aww very sweet I like it! Lylyanna