1 JUNE POEM, FOR THE WORLD's SICK KIDS

Always, I gave you a hope.
You expected too much.
Of course, some have gone,
On an unknown way.


I was with my gifts,
On my tired arms.
I expected a long time,
The opening of the doors.


Finally, I reached the Wise's door,
Which, understood my thoughts.
Now, I expect the great day,
For the joy of us all.


Undersigns: A researcher lady.