do you hear the violins?
as she tells her story once again?
'my life is so hard' she claims
it's really not my fault
as she hits the pipe
i'm not to blame
it's what's his name
as she starts to fly.
her son cries
calling her name
scared of her flying all the time.
come to me mommy
the clouds are pretty
but so am i.
she's hangs her head in shame
thinking of what's his name
and what she's gave up
just for a bump
and her son cries
'my life is so hard, but it's really not MY fault.'
it's what's her name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tina, a sad and devestating subject matter, but intriguing and well written... particularly how the blame game plays out. Very well done! ! Brian