When you run, you hide
When you're mad, you fight
When you're happy, you smile
When you're adventurous, you go miles
When you're sad, you cry
When you have wings, you fly
When you get what's wanted, you're glad
But what do you do when war takes your dad?
Very poignant and heartfelt. Thank you for sharing. Love, Sandra
A very sad little poem from a 13 year old. Condolences. Love, Fran xx
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I would like to translate this poem
Ohhhhhhhh...how my heart goes out to you...you need to know that you have come to a good place, a safe place, a warm, friendly and comforting place. Stay with us and write, day by day, pain and sorrow will eventually fade... Hugs, Big Hugs, and wet soppy tears... Dee