Basking in true sweetness
from the hand that removes all bitterness;
Yes, my mouth opens; so wide
for the pouring of the honey with no pride.
Feeling like it's breathing for the first time.
Needing no warning for the trusted arms of a mother's caress.
Nevertheless; the father's eyes sees within an opening of greatness.
My honey dripped skin; I surge for boldness.
I had risen from the distasteful mudding phase
with a delectable sweeten taste.
A promise kept.
Removed debt,
ofa woman's pain due to labored work.
He extracted honey; a sweet treat for those hurt.
It's tasting time; the succulent phase.
So favoring, I am glad it came.
I hold no shame.
In indulgence.
No shame of my selfish decadence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Basking in true sweetness from the hand that removes all bitterness; Yes, my mouth opens; so wide for the pouring of the honey with no pride. god delivers us from all our bitterness and trials and negative experiences.. the very first verses of your poem attracted me.. tony