i cry myself to sleep at night
for he has gone away
the skys are no longer blue
for they are now gray
i keep myself locked up
for he was my life
without him i shall die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a little bit of rhyming here, but try hard to tell a story about anything, school, vacation, places you have visited, about Grandma and Grandpa. But try hard to tell a story. Your friend in poetry, Lynn.