poems for mama

The days are cold, the nights are long,
The north wind sings a doleful ( lagu sedih) song
Then rush again open my breast
Nay, start not at that sparkling light
the moon that shines so bright
on the windows pane bedropped with rain
You too, my mother, read my rhymes
For love of unforgotten times
And you may chance to hear once more
The little feet along the floor