I thy mother in my womb did carry thee with pride,
I thy mother raised you against all plight,
All I wanted my darling daughter was to give thee all,
but alls not enough
Teen wings do tempt thee to fight against morality.
I thy mother hath failed again,
Oh my darling I love thee so
But thy young heart will never know
The pain a mother doth endure
The world my darling is no stage,
Tis nothing but a brutal waste
A single mom shielding you best
But the villain is never at rest
Learn the lesson of listening,
understanding and then thou may judge,
What fear and threat hold my guts
Thou art young my rebellious one
I love thee my darling Anika till the end of time
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Quite sensational poem, touchingly worded and rhythmically crafted. Thanks for sharing.