Why is it parents love to stand
quietly…without making a peep
if only for a moment
and watch their children sleep?
Could it be they love to see
in that moment soft and mild
the beauty of pure innocence
the angel in the child?
Could it be in that moment
with no reason to worry, to fret, to call them
they are praying for their children's happiness
and that no harm shall befall them?
That they just want their children to know
as they float on slumber's stream
they will be there in the day to protect their hopes
and at night…to guard their dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem