I watch them from the corner of my eye.
(because I don't want them to think I'm weird)
I wonder how I could get what they have.
I wonder what happened
that made my own mom turn away.
Do they know I watch them?
Can they see the lump in my throat?
Did I blink my tears away quick enough?
Do they know?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem