All little girls just have to know
the whys of life and how things go,
like why it is that birds must sing
and why the flowers bloom in spring.
Their mothers grow accustomed
to the questions that they ask,
but when they come and question you,
you know it's quite some task.
It's like the child I see today,
a fragile bird in every way,
who lately ruffles my surprise
and looks me straight into the eyes.
Is there a place for everything?
she murmurs like a dove.
Tell me father, if you know,
where do they keep the love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your poems, they're exhilarating and the strength of your words gave me the chills! It would mean a lot to me if you could read some of my poems and let me know what you think of them! Hope you have a great day/evening :)
Thank you again Anya. I will look at your poems.