I rock her in my arms, my little baby girl,

I look at that soft face, her smiley eyes…

She laughs in my arms, and in my heart I ask:

Where will we be five years from now?

Will we have security;

Will we be able to endure?

I hear my little five year old boy,

Reading words from a book on his own,

His voice like a melody of waterfalls…

Just five years ago I was holding him newborn.

He rested peacefully on my chest,

I could embrace him warmly with only on...