A bush has thorns
to protect its fruit
like a mother
protects her young.
In life, we go on
protecting the ones
we love the most.
25 January 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you know you are getting pretty good at these quotable ones....: O) but for some reason I thinking of your kitties clawing at your legs for supper.....lol