It has only been three weeks, since that night.
Those pills they gave to sleep, worry me aloft.
Being only two, she has after the first few days,
learned a strange curtsy, i tremble to feed her.
The school keeps calling, he wont stop crying.
One insurance company, will not stop calling, her.
I stumble, through a nother tomorrow, so still grey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is very toucy.