Even as children we climbed the
off latter to the game she famed.
She always is first I love her memory
till it rises when she climbs, up on
top with Jacobs latter.
The last one we climbed was almost
my last but she held it, loves so fast.
She is Only just sweating in her skirt
when she reaches to top, step latter.
From heavan camel toe tear watches
me from the sky weeping pearly gate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
iip... this has been very well wrung out... She... is classical to note all highs