Here at the laundromat, sitting here writing while
there are so many people washing their clothes -
every washer and dryer being full.
Little ones being good, helping parents fold as
best they can.
A little boy, gingerly holding up his father's
sock against his foot, smiling and saying, 'Look
it fits'!
Then erupting into a fit of laughter as he realizes
that I was noticing.
A cute little boy, enjoying life even though he's
stuck at the laundromat, brings a smile to my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem