I found a pretty flower,
food for bees and butterflies.
But when I gave it to my mom,
it put tears in Mommy's eyes.
Why are mommies like that?
Pretty things can make them cry
just like a very sad thing.
Some day, will I know why?
She said as we get older,
things don't all make sense...
but tears from pretty flowers
are most welcomed precious guests.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Again, truly lovely. S