You’re too big to fold into my lap
to rock in my arms
too big for me to brush
my cheek across the top
of your head
murmuring soothing words
So within your embrace I stand
your tears soaking my neck
in your sorrow
mingling with my own
until your earthquake subsides
and together we survey the damage
Then, sweet child
I take you by the hand
and lead you once more
into your Father’s presence.
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I would like to translate this poem
You're a good mother, Nancy. Thanks for sharing