The Boy sits down at the table with the food bag in his
hand, he puts down the bag, and looks around.He wonders down
the hall.soon his mom will come home, and then he won't be
in the room alone. He is his mothers only child but you always
see a smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A mother is compound of various relationships. A friend, a caretaker, a teacher, a guard, if one is lucky to have his mother he is never alone.