Stuck on an island,
All alone.
Cold and frightened,
Thinking of home.
Sat on a rock, thinking of family and friends,
Perhaps it’s a dream that never ends.
Thinking of warm beds,
And where you are not.
Here it is cold, and then it is hot.
Warm and cold,
Scared but bold.
Thinking of dying,
Drowned by the sea.
Could be someone,
Just hope it’s not me.
- age 6 -
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem