In a silent room blind translucent sun light..
smiling hard en bright
fix thee sharp eye on my baby's bed,
sure my chubby turns but more the rays get set
oscillate she for shelter and shade
struggle do I to keep her in rest and comfort made
At dark night my baby dozes sometimes but...
shining pink lighting thunder alouds with a thud
my princess awake to hold me tight,
grasp do i under a blanket with a look and fright
throw the sheltery blanket away cos of wet and chillness
gazed up n wonder'd oh my goodness
seeing my sad face my angel shed tears
Smiled I to breeze away her fears
im helpless for the sleep is always a night mares
Who am i to blame me, my baby, poverty, roof, rain or sun’s rays
Cos i knew the holes in the roof is merciless
en causing flood inside the sweet home a mess
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