When I was just
a child of eight
my gran she came
to
visit me.
I had been naughty
and I had made
my mums life
a
misery.
So she scolded me
and told me my mum
was ill and
she
could die.
If I continued
as I had done
I would soon
be
all alone.
My brothers who
were six and two
would then
be my
responsibility.
From that day on
I did what I could
to no more
be bad
and always be good.
For I did not want
that day to come
to look after my brothers
and
loose my mum.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem