My little apple tree
I don't even know, where to start,
so many thoughts, and my heart is flowing over,
so many feelings crowded at the same time,
joy, humbleness and gratitude,
in your mother's arm, who is holding you silent,
you're blinking carefully into the world's light,
into your very first morning, and I am thinking
this is my child, what a gift!
When all hopes are gone,
I will start anew
and I will reach for the unreachable, yes, I can do it!
You're the little apple tree that I'm planting!
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