I see this young mother.
While walking on to the sidewalk that separate the mall's parking lot from the stores of the mall.
This young mother is holding her baby in her arms, kissing him, holding him, kissing him saying how much she loves him.
He is wrapped tight in her arms glowing with the sureness of sincerity, of being loved.
Both of them in a cocoon of delight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sweet observation on a loving mother with her baby.