My Little Boy

One day, I'll tell you

The story of the day you were born

In the common language

for whoever is there

Whether they're Dutch or Vietnamese

English or a total mix

Because it is the language of the love

A mother has for her newborn baby

And a husband has for his wife

Who goes through painful labour

Trying to smile

To bring another part of him

Into his new life

It is the love has a midwife

for nature and nurture

So she has all the patience

To work through the night

of sweat, blood, and fear

When a baby makes his first journey

From his safety nest to the scary outside

From his mother's protective womb

To a place where he has to learn

To do everything for the first time

From taking in a gulp of air

To suckle the sweet milk

From lifting his head

To take the first step

From his loving nest

To a world too full of hatred

My little boy

In the many journeys awaiting

And the many things you'll have to do

You should know that we'll be there

While you are finding your way

Though the paths in life

Which aren't always paved

With roses or sugar water

For the people

Who might not look like they belong

To the land where they were born

We will always be there

To help you through cold nights

Or the lack of fresh air

and the prejudgements

That might be in your way

We will always be there

My little boy