Waking up to the pounding
Of footsteps, as she runs up
And down the stairs. Seeing
The flipping of lights going
On and off. The sounds of
Her yelling meaningless
Things at my dog. Waking
Up in the morning to find
Out that all the racket
Was because she had
To go to the bathroom.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hahahha that sounds like clare