Mum please understand,
I love you so.
You mean the world to me,
I let you go.
Don't think it made me happy,
I want my home.
I left the place I called my home,
now I am alone.
I Have the toy I hold so tight.
Why did I leave?
It was a good decision,
but I can't believe,
I left the place I called my own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You capture, for me, the stunned feeling of leaving home too early. You had to do it, but you can't stop looking back. Peace, L&T