I have so many things on my mind,
It's hard for me to keep my past behind,
I can hear it creep up to me,
But it seems i can't switch gears,
I wish I could pitch them out of my head,
So happy things can sprout,
Without my grandma Diane and family,
My head would be lost in the sky,
The last year had been tough,
I believe it shall pass.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem