She sat wearily, and wide eyed in Pa's old chair.
Then sprang to rush out the door.
'Its only just the wind'
Everyday she's done the same...
three years now, since Pa left home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting this one and so enigmatic. Definitely got my curiosity up. Read mine – Home Is - Adeline