It was many years ago that my mother said: "I see,
Your hair is very red, so you must look much like me."
My cousin said that I was inconsiderate, you know,
Because I made her mother walk through a lot of snow
To carry lots of water to bathe that very little me
And to get lots of things that doctors need, you see.
I even came before my folks could fix their cabin, too.
So the cabin wasn't much, but for me it had to do.
The doctor told my mother it was like the birth of Christ, you see,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem