Here, your daughter
grown beautiful
to be
the woman
before you
remembering her new-born
tiny hand
trapping your breast
in place
as eagerly
she sought
your milk.
Thank you for this lovely little poem about Alice, Dónall. It has inspired me to remember other things about her early life and my feelings and write them as poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes, lovely little nostalgic poem...