Sitting alone on a bench, I
Waited for the bus now quite late.
Every few minutes I would sigh,
Bemoaning my unlucky fate.
A car passed in this time and place.
In the back window a young girl,
We shared a moment face to face.
I noticed she had not a curl,
Hairless most likely because of
Treatment for some cancer she had.
For that moment I felt her love.
My outlook turned to good from bad.
A gift to me from this young child,
Who passing by me waved and smiled.
Beautiful! Extremely moving and deeply reaching feelings and insight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bravo Ima Thank U for this poem