My heart’s swollen, overflowin’
with the warmth you have for me
“Why is it you became my Mother? ”
will always rest a mystery
Although I wouldn’t have another path
I wish to travel long
A trail devoted duly noted
comfortable to walk upon
Birds chirping squatted perching
as sunbeams break through tree lines
And though dark clouds hang in the distance
this dirt path will dry just fine
“Why is it you became my Mother? ”
will always rest a mystery
My heart’s swollen, overflowin’
with the warmth you have for me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'My heart’s swollen, overflowin’ with the warmth you have for me' A nice poem with nice imagery.