I am 7 years old
Running up to my mom
She is holding her arms out to me,
I am running faster and faster
So I can get to my mommy
When I get to my mommy,
She tells me, that she missed me so much
She's hugging me, telling me she loves me
She asks me if I want to go to the park
We go into the house to get ready
And then
I wake up.
I'm not 7
I'm 19
My mother doesn't love me
She wishes I was never born
I'm not her daughter
I'm just someone standing in her way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's really a pretty poem. I felt that a mother - a daughter real relationship. A mother, anyhow, is a great person.