Parental love, no easier
Let go of, through either
Little one's call to learn; to live.
More pained maybe, boy's school day
First hand-slipped for, today
Teary, clingy, God's to re-live.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, James w. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.