There you stand
Across the room.
With a broom
In your hand.
You work all morning.
Clean all evening.
Sleep all night.
Thats your day, right?
Its not always like that.
But you deserve a rest.
For my mom,
She will get only the best.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Class poetry all done by a fine hand love duncan X