Mother asked
'How are your friends, how is Gabriel
I was going to say he's okay
Then it came out
'we don't talk '
Thrice she asked
Thrice i answered
We don't talk
Now concerned
She asked who i talk to
I told her all about my friends
She was interested
The concerned look
Diluted into a smile
She did ask
To meet some of my new friends
Which means i have to make new friends
For my new friends live in my phone.
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I would like to translate this poem
This is very nice! Hurry and make some new friends so that you can introduce them to your mother. Meanwhile, keep writing!