My little boy holds my real emotions not I He still sits outside the sanatorium waiting for mommy to be discharged She was let out fifty years ago She was admitted when he was without speech when she was released we had no words to tell him
Irwin R. Shaw - 1989
My little boy
holds my real emotions
not I
He still sits outside
the sanatorium
waiting for mommy
to be discharged
She was let out
fifty years ago
She was admitted
when he was without speech
when she was released
we had no words to tell him