What would I do to your dreams, my child
If I loved you and nurtured you well?
If I held your hand tight and taught you what's right
and picked you up each time you fell?
But what would those same dreams become, my child
if I trampled them into the dirt?
If I never was there and I never did care
and established emotional hurt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem