Thursday, April 30, 2009

I AM




I AM a joyful daughther and a caring mother


I wonder when a bulet mets a chubby baby


I hear babys laughing and crying


I want a baby boy to be strong and never gives up


I AM a joyful daughther and a caring mother




I pretend that I'M the pill to relife the pain


I feel the sweet care of my mother


I touch the light fpr a change


I worry the day that a can crumble like paper


I cry like a river when I'M happy like a sunshine


I AM a joyful daughther and caring mother




I understand my mothers joy and fears


I say what I feel


I dream I'M a bird with no one stoping me or shootimg me down


I try my best every day


I AM A JOYFUL DAUTHER AND CARING MOTHER









1 comment:

Junior said...

Is a very caring peom. I like the words of this poem. I like the first line.