J-ust cheer up and wipe
A-way the tears and pain;
N-ever mind the cold chill,
E-ven the pouring rain.
F-ifteenth of December
R-eminds me of your birthday;
A-llow me to create or make
N-othing but acrostic way.
C-herish the written rhyme,
I-t's you that I remember;
S-mile on Thursday morn,
C-rying time is
O-ver.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice, I've been playing around with Acrostic poems using phrases as titles. This one of yours has inspired me in a different direction. Lovely poem. Your heart comes through vividly.
Thanks, Allen... I'm overwhelmed and so grateful👍👍👍