Glue and sticky back plastic
Lego, Playmobil and Penguin books
Markers, highlighers and rulers
How easy to hide.
Four children: twenty-four kids.
A family: multiply for the world.
How easy to hide.
A marriage, borne four children,
Four children born for life.
How easy to hide.
A mother,
Four children,
A father,
Dead.
A mother,
Four children,
A mother,
Dead.
Two children,
Forgotten,
Two children,
Can hide,
Tears keep falling.
How easy to hide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad. But touching! I love it