Why do visit the hospital on days like Christams and Easter?
Why does my sissy stay there?
Why do we go and watch her get x-rays?
And why does she never have birthday partys?
Why doesn't she eat what we eat?
Why dosen't she go to school?
Why dosen't she have hair, like we do?
And why dosen't she laugh or smile?
Why do you always look sad and scared?
Why does she have to be sick?
Why do we have to stay at Grandmas?
And why are you all looking sad and saying 'she's gone'?
Why are we all wearing black?
Why are sitting in Church when it's not Sunday?
Why is everyone crying?
And, mummy, where is my sissy?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem