Slanted tile on the ballroom floor. silver high heals and a pearl necklace. Its diffrent than imagined. Sip the punch from the 'glass' cups. He'll walk up and ask for a dance. look in his eyes and see the future...a baby boy 4 pounds 3 ounces. The beginning of your family.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem