Two hours before I go to work
I wonder what you are doing
And how your day has been
I cannot help imagining what you are wearing
I can smell the scent of your hair
Even now
I miss waking to you each morning
I miss talking with you each night
You are my “Kid-O”
And I long to be near you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice detailed poem.