I had the laddle
By my right.
My chest drummed hard, faster.
My eyes were everywhere
Like an alerted wild animal.
My left grabbed and excused the pot cover.
Inside, dead animals swam.
A gush of aroma blessed my nostrils.
Ta! Ta! Ta!
I heard 3 quick foosteps.
I turned.
Mother was by the door.
Staring, cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
how dare you steal the ice cream from the refrigerator which your mom kept to froze..