Child warn you at midnight–
“Ma- I’m coming out by 5: 30.”
“I will come– ride on- snail mail-
fogive the postman-”
“I know, he take pleasure in giving
you pain.”
“Ma- be aware– a knock on the door
will bombard you– a message will
say-”
Delivery! Signed by the postmaster-
P.S package came through-
EXCRUCIATING PAIN.
Open the box– It’s Holy- Divine–
A Gift one can only pray for.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem