When you were young, as I recall,
I watched you grow, I watched you crawl,
You took your first few steps with me
And I was your security.
Though never rich, we plodded through
And loved each other, me and you,
We made do with the things we'd got
Though they were few, we'd not a lot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem