Having nothing, barely existing, wanting to buy even just one
little outfit for our soon to be granddaughter, but we don't
have any money, not even for the dollar store.
Such horrendous sorrowful pain punctures a heart and bloody
tears flow straight from my heart and soul.
Even crying does nothing to ease the pain poverty rains upon
me again and again.
If it wasn't for the coming birth of our granddaughter, life
wouldn't be worth living, better off ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poignant write fills the heart with loads sorrows hearing the utter cry of helplessness of inability to welcome the new born grand daughter