Gifts of clothing and toys, just because
we really need to give.
Trying to keep up with a fast crawling baby.
(a niece actually, for we can never
have one)
The end of the biannual clothing rearranging/swapping/packing/organizing
(things that she is learning
to offer to the neighborhood
sense of community) .
McDonald’s Caramel Frappé
(she is getting fatter
everyday but how can
she help it?)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem