my friends niece wreaths in pain
a continual constant migraine
the whys and wherefores I can't explain
she is pure in heart and soul
and the pain rips her apart
she can't work nor play
her pain worsens every day
I ask the reader to stop and pray
speak to God in your own way
or you may simply ask for grace
to end this girls constant pain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem