The fault is mine, was unaware and wrong
to let the problems grow, dumb to need
replies when there were none to heed
Why should I criticise when I’ve been just
as off the beam and yet forgiven too along
with anger realised as my unjust mistake
Muscles tensed relax, Mickey’s face from
Inch By Inch has blessed my hope-belief –
horizons fill a-shine with sun again,
It’s when I can extend my hand and be
released – my child’s delight will feel
forgiveness as a ward of clemency …
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Drama Queen
Drama queen playing a role to perfection, refusing
to explain her behaviour, crowning herself princess
of deception and enjoys playing her games, glaring
at everyone asking her what the matter is - too lofty
to explain anything, using freedom to treat all with
contemptuous derision; rather proud of her ability
to inflict hurt at will – we just wait and watch as
she devises her own show….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem