Pictures, pictures everywhere
are all the images I see.
What we made are beautiful,
precious little ones indeed.
Lives so wonderful,
I wish I was always there.
To wipe the tears, calm the fears,
let you know I always care.
Not everyday, but in everyway,
my heart is beating so true.
The loves of my life, yet no longer his wife,
but will ALWAYS be a mother to you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem