Tell me dad when you come back home?
Mom won't get a proper sleep nowadays.
She believes that you do not go to sea again.
Mom is jealous sometimes
and she tells stories of Mermaids.
Not only Mom, myself, brother and twin sisters
We all hate the sea.
Deep sea doesn't have a heart.
The naughty waves bring us sorrow everyday
destroying our sand castles.
One of my friends told me
She dreamed last night a Giant eagerly drinks the whole ocean
with a straw.
I am scared Dad please come back home soon.
I forgot to tell you that I came first in the class.
What you bring for me?
Your loving daughter
Hope.
To the poetess Esme Shaw
This poem is a gift to anyone that reads it. Thanks for the gift and I find the story of your biography very interesting. Good luck and keep in touch. Read my 'Exit 9'.
Very poignant. You have created a charming little girl here. You seem to have rapport with the feelings of children. Very nice. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this one is really awesome... nice write sir!