mommy your guilt,
mommy your guilt.
will you not pour out your guilt,
mommy dear.
like the rain, next too fall
like the leaves of us all.
they taste of your tears,
please, if i may and too just.
wash it away,
and you must...you just must..
mommy but mommy my dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem