I am a little girl six years old, my hair curly, dirty and blonde,
I am playing the harmonica seated in front of the pier,
Today is a holiday, cold wind is blowing from the sea,
People leaving the ferry throwing coins to the cup in front of me.
I'm playing the harmonica seated in front of the pier,
Cold wind is blowing from the sea, I am cold,
I don’t have a baby doll or a coat,
My mom sells flowers at the the corner, I have no father.
Today is a holiday, cold wind blowing from the sea,
My brother is in jail, my sister ran away from home,
A little girl with red shoes is passing by,
My belly is getting hungry, I like to have a cup of soup.
People leaving the ferry throwing coins to the cup in front of me,
I am sleepy, my feet are getting cold,
My mom will send me to school next year,
She will braid my hair and buy me white socks.
I am a little girl six years of age, my hair curly dirty and blonde
Cold wind is blowing from the sea,
Tears in my eyes, my nose is running,
I am cold, I want to cry,
I'm playing the harmonica seated in front of the pier,
My mother sells flowers at the corner, I have no father
People leaving the ferry throwing coins to the cup in front of me,
Cold wind is blowing from the sea.
I am sleepy, my feet are getting cold,
I like to have a cup of soup,
Tears in my eyes, my nose is running ,
Today is a holiday, why don’t I have red shoes?
I had originally written this poem in Turkish for the little girl I had seen at the Kadikoy Ferry Dock in Istanbul on November 7, 2011 on a Holiday. On that day, thinking of my two little granddaughters Taylor Duru and Madison Seleen, I prayed to God to show better days to the little girl in the coming years.
