Ring around the rosie
my mother fell sick.
Pockets full of posies
She passed soon that year.
Ashes, Ashes
I lost a part of me
We all fall down
my happiness is gone too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not your best work, but it was extremely creative. ring around the rosie, is faced on the black plague So Death was certainly in the words