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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Ein kleines Kind (Satis Shroff) Es war Fasnetzeit, Der Winter wurde vertrieben. Die Leute trugen bunte Kleider Um den Karneval zu feiern. Isolde war gekleidet als ein Harlekin, Mit farbenfrohem Kostüm und einer Blume Auf ihrem Kopf. Sie sah ein kleines Kind vorbei laufen, Hob das Kind hoch und umarmte es. Sie schloß ihre Augen und summte ein Lied. Ihre innerster Wunsch war, eine Mutter zu werden. Jetzt hatte sie ein Kind im Arm. Wie süß es doch war, die Wärme des Kindes zu verspüren. Das Kind schien es zu gefallen, Es wurde ruhig und mochte ihre Wärme. Isolde träumte oft sie wäre Schwanger. Jeden Morgen erzählte sie die anderen Patienten, Und dem Psychiatriepersonal: ‘Ich habe gestern Abend ein Kind zur Welt gebracht.’ * * * A SMALL CHILD (Satis Shroff) It was Fasnettime: The banishment of winter, When the people are motley dressed, To celebrate carnival. Sandra was painted like a harlequin, Wore a colourful costume And flowers on her head. She’d seen a child walking around, Held it up the child and embraced it. She closed her eyes and hummed a tune. She’d always wanted to be a mother. Now she had a small child in her arms. What a delight to feel the warmth of the child. The child seemed to love it. It became quiet and liked her warmth. Sandra dreamt she was pregnant every night. Every morning she’d tell other patients, And the psychiatric staff: ‘I gave birth to a child,’ With a happy smile. * * *
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