The shops formed The Milky Way
I was stranded to choose one
That would sooth my thirst
The milkman hadn't made his round
And by this I thanked my stars
For I didn't want the milk
I wanted the milkshake
Standing like a post
My eyes glued to the windows
I saw the milkshake, my heart melting
But I fell on the run
Pain, still I wanted the milkshake
So I rubbed my clothes
Of the little dust that had stained
Hadn't yet bought the milkshake
When I saw her, and she smiled
All I remember, the coin falling
She hugged me tight to herself
That I wondered why they lied she was dead
I forgot the milkshake
For mother was better than chocolate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Loved this one Mother is always better than chocolate!
Thank you Jeanette. Your words encourage me to write more poems. Blessings.