It was a scary, bumpy ride.
The driver wore a uniform,
They raced with purpose through the night,
through lightning strikes and thunderstorm.
At last the clinic, just ahead,
EMERGENCY, announced the light.
She'd soon be safe, resting in bed,
when they arrived their Mum had died.
such an intriguing poem told with economy that leaves the reader wanting to know more all the best erwin
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting poem, ...........................