I remember the day my dad took the knife
He tried to kill my mum with it,
I remember I hid behind the sofa
Where guests used to sit,
I remember when he tried to stab her
with the edge of the treachurous knife,
I will never forget that agonized day
no matter how long I have a life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a shocking memory for you to hold, lifes blows are often only healed by strength and this is a huge power that you have.