born
into
poverty
walking barefoot
through
childhood
going hungry
without
complaining
taking
baths
on the
back porch
in a tub
filled
with
well water
sleeping
on pallets
laid
out
on the floor
walls
covered
with
old newspapers
giving
the
children
something to read
at
bedtime
(11-05-1975)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem