People used to stop in our house all the time,
Mostly from very far, dirty clothes, smell:
Is there is chance?
All they could only say.
Looking in my great grand mother's eyes:
We heard you can help,
Is there is a chance?
I knew, even I was small,
Something wrong was going on.
No one told me to get out,
I was looking what they were doing.
My great grand daughter...
People looking now at me.
I want her to learn.
Great grand mother' voice calm.
I knew that everything will be fine.
She sits down, touching strangers hands:
Everything will be fine...
