it all began as a few simple words
innocent flirtation
unborn divination
wild and free like the birds and the bees
misinterpreted reception
unintended conception
no more than a child herself
now raising one of her own
now he's gone and she sits alone
the baby cries
as innocence dies
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heartfelt. Lots of emotions here in few words. A ten! Sincerely, Connie Webb