

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