For when I was a child.
Beloved of my dear mother.
Pure, in my childly innocence
And my childly innocence
Made I ask many a question
'About Life' From my dear mama.
But then, my mama has a way
Of answering my questions.
Answers that I never understood then
But when grew I to manhood
And saw the answers to the
Questions, asked I my beloved mama.
Long I then for my childhood days
Of innocence and beauty.
But alas! they were long gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dimu, Ahh, if only we could know in our youth to savor the fleeting moments...but then I suppose our youthful ignorance gives us something to write about when (if) we mature into writers. I enjoyed reading your poetry very much. Thank you for reading and appreciating my poems. Ron