In side Leonard's kitchen place,
My mother sat on a stool without a trace
Cooking and dismissing all about the war
Always like Blenda
She would not surrender
Cooking during the war
Dear poet, Think about Love Think about Peace, Love gives And war lost Spread the message of love And not the message of war Spread the message of peace. Sekharanpookkat@yahoo.co.in poem hunter.com
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice poem, mothers knows best, nicely written