she said:
'is there anything more
than the diaper i just changed,
the baby i'm nursing at my breast...
my mother's old chair
in which we rock,
and the tear i shed for him,
the longing, and the hope,
while he's out looking for work...'
and opening the door,
she threw the preacher out!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it, brings back some memories of when I was a kid.