When I was small
I used to play
And all this stuff
Included modelling clay
One day my mother
Told me about
The greatness of my brother
And then I deeply thought
And I wondered
What did she mean
I was interested to know
And I was keen
Then I understood that
She wanted me to be great
She told me
Be kind and accept fate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one Soha Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken