'Late, ' says the face of the childminder.
My daughter watches Zebedee
impassively.
Her silence says,
'Late again.'
Her small voice says,
'Hello Mummy, ' from far, far away.
I was even later yesterday.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The understatement and the slight sketch of the words tells it all. What's left unsaid is so real and cuts to the bone. love Dónall Dónall