How wonderful to have,
in our new street,
kind neighbours, friends in spe,
some came and helped
unpacking was a chore,
and Saturday they threw
a party on our street,
a welcome of the warmest kind.
Only the Vapcivics could not attend,
they'd called the moving van.
There was no way that they could stay;
you see, a family had just moved in.
And they were Serbs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
in every which way we should have the patience and tolerance..a nice reminder with your poem.... Best Regards, Ency Bearis