Sky blue vest not quite reaching
Dark blue shorts forming breeching
A small stain, hard to detect
Bare feet with no shoes to protect
Standing at the foot of the stairs
Just a little moment amongst your cares
Bravely hiding your tears in the cold
But an image I will always hold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An image i will always hold. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.