Child with brown eyes,
don't look at me.
I cannot wash the dust from your hair
or wrap you in soft towels.
I cannot show you a rainbow
or teach you how to play.
Child with brown eyes,
don't look at me.
You are a speck in the rubble,
a small breathing thing,
a stain on my soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful rendition of words. A well thought out poem. Thanks for sharing Carol and welcome to Poemhunter.