Written by Christina Sunrise on January 2,2021
Suzy loves to hear the saxophone
she listens to it on her way home.
Sitting next to the sax player on subway
she is happy music comes her way.
She does not want to leave at all
even though she is quite small.
Adults across from her on the other side
look at her with big, big smiles
they see she is a little child.
That doesn't bother Suzy-
for they don't know her inside.
Listening to fun music on her subway ride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem