'You can't cry over spilled milk! '
my mother always said.
'Life's not a piece of cake! '
she hammered in my head.
'That's the way it goes,
' that's the way the cookie crumbles'
My mother saved her idioms
for all my idiotic troubles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Favorite poem Eva! !