A hollow spot there will be-
unanswered questions for you and me.
The places we never went and seen,
the wounderful mother you could have been.
The children that will never come;
No watching them crawl, walk or run.
The things in life we never did,
a weakness of your father carefully hid.
The hurt I feel will fade in time...
as I continue to pay for this unfortunate crime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem