there was not much
my mother told me
but father does not
come home anymore;
there is not much
mother tells me
but she comes home late often
and more
some days she wakes up
in the morning
and she is happy
and we go out for breakfast
at the café
and then she buys me
all the books I want;
just the same number of days
she's sad -
says her pocket's empty
all I have is mommy
and I tell mommy:
"Please, mom - don't go away
after sunset;
I want to see you before I sleep
not just when I wake up"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem