Tightly squinting my eyes, suppressing tears
Instantly, the greatest loss of my life
The worst of the worst, confirming my fears
It pierces my heart, like a rusty knife
I opened my eyes and saw what I feared
The bright red stains down the front of my dress
There on the ground, a crimson pool appeared
The remains in my hands, a sticky mess
Now I must leave, go home, tell my mother
She has to be told; I’m torn up inside
It’s the only way, there is no other
I wish I could run, I wish I could hide
The Popsicle fell, it made such a mess
Mom will be mad as she washes my dress
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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