Recall how I trod away
On the school's vacation day
With my wee hand so gay
I waved you graciously
Then I saw tears in your eyes.
I had tried being brave
To keep my tears within
Tears that flowed endlessly
Like the Mississippi river in America.
I recollected the moments we shared
Being good friends we cared
You used to say let's learn
The time is always ripe
I looked around the school
And saw people trooping home.
How, how should I portray this
That day I had to part
I left the school with your memories
That made me replete with hope
Hope that fed my notion with certainty
That we shall really meet once again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweet, touching...keep on writing x