Caressing my beard
My child 'what's it Pa?
'Beard dear'
'Not for me? Beard Pa..'
'You are a child dear
Lot, when you grow'
I kissed pressing his cheeks.
'Not for Ma Pa? '
'Ma a woman dear'
He is confused.
Dissatisfied with the answer,
He left me,
Slept on his cushion
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a charming poem about a child's innocence and familial love. Warms the heart during this festive season.