A Broken Morn, My Broken Heart….

Sylvia Frances Chan
springtime morn now every day 
but I forgot what I wanna say 
is it the eat with you or? 
you call me off, you don’t cause your son’s fever 
I noticed your son’s fever is ever since 
you apologized once again 
meet me on Friday then 
sorry Friday my son shall come 
we cannot eat with four 
that shall ask for more 
I just wanna eat with our two 
incredible me, the dutch then say “hoe? ” 
just call me again when your son’s recovery 
now the morn is no springtime anymore 
broken together with my heart….