Four years old,
eager to have another
little person to play with
she counts the days.
But life had other plans;
other roads ahead.
Many operations for baby brother,
a traumatized mother who
empties herself to all but the one.
A mirror shattered
no longer reflects a little girl
who disappears in her eyes;
big girls don’t cry,
big girls have no real needs do they.
Destiny leads a little girl
lost and abandoned;
'tis the pain of another
will have a mother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem