Another day it seems like more and more time slips away.
It's hard to believe.
It seem like yesterday that we climbed in the back of Mom's truck to play.
Those were the special days as kids, like the day Smi was born.
I'll never forget the little pink bow on dark jet black hair.
Part of her Mom.. A part of her Dad..
Noone that day had reason to be sad.
As her Father held her Proudly in his arms, He swore noone do her harm.
He declaired June twenty-ninth a Happy Day.
This is why:
' Happy Birthday Smi '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem