Each morning,
very early and i would.
Not being very old,
some how, i understood.
The mother of my friend,
i some times, came to see.
She was always there,
it seemed.
before i even knocked.
It was she who said one day
she would help me
understand.
What happened next
i think it was
they think i said,
she could never show regret.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some situations rise like that