Just a little tea set
Is all that we have left,
Since they came
And took her things
From off her little shelf.
I suppose we'll have to put it 'way,
It's causing me to cry;
How we miss our little darling
Why did she have to die?
Just a little tea-set
Alone upon a shelf;
We'll keep if for her angels;
Or else just for ourself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem