All during the winter's season of the year, my mother dear, would long for the summer time to finally come here.
'I'm tried of the grey rainy cloudy days. Dear Lord please make them go away... Basically, I'm a summer person, ' she would explain.
And I am telling you that my short little poem is all too true. She would become a more cheerful person with the returning of the summer
time's sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem