I Tried to Teach My Child with Books;
He Gave Me Only Puzzled Looks.
I Tried to Teach My Child with Words;
They Passed Him by Often Unheard.
Despairingly, I Turned Aside;
“How Shall I Teach this Child,” I cried?
Into My Hand He Put the Key,
“Come,” He Said, “Play with Me.”
Who is the poet of this poem?
Its anonymous
Thanks my dear Nabila for everything you give to Islam(this great religion) jazakALLAH kayr and jazakALLAH ljanna
Wa iyaaki dear Soumaya, I hope you visit us again someday soon.