Caressing sweet memories of the birth of my sons,
their beauty, innocence, and dependence on me for
every need they had.
Wishing I could go back in time to relive those
moments again, yet being happy with the way they
have turned out.
Proud to call them my sons, my little family and
I are one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem