I am not qualified to peep into your mild dreams
Even to your lonely Mom's frustrated World.
She waits anxiously for your missing father's arrival
From the rage battlefield.
Your precious smile with Angels
And no wars there.
I think of my old cradle poor mom swung
And once I too dreamed the same Angels like you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow it can be understand by many different ways... either the child is only a soul that left from the war..very precious to his/he mother to heal the pain from losing husband...at same time i think it also like a scene of housewife and child live in love waiting for husband back from war (working is war to feed them) ...or, the strength of single mother to raise her jewel of love with her husband...and so many translation i can relate to this poem..so what i can say it is great of a short poem! lovely