September was the cold autumn month.
Helen was sitting on her swing in the garden,
When suddenly opened the gate, and a raft
Of yellow maple leaves flew away one by one…
“How’s Sally? How’s her throat?” –
The old friend asked her very politely.
”Nothing special… just a small float” –
Helen answered. But that wasn’t so lightly.
October began with strong rains pouring,
Helen knew it would bring her problems…
The death of her daughter was the sorrow sawing.
The cancer killed her, squeezing small blossom…
The new spring began with birds singing,
Though Helen will never feel happy again.
She won’t ever hear the loud voice ringing,
Sally died when she only was ten.
* Реберн "Маленькая девочка с цветами", 1962 г.