You Are
(For mom and dad)
You are the one who brought me in this world
You are the one who gave me food and water
You are the one who loved me
You are my mother and father
You are the one who gave your life for me
Your strength is like an old Narra tree
But at the end we'll learn to love
We'll be twinkling liike the stars above
"Love is like a thousand things!"
(For mom and dad)
You are the one who brought me in this world
You are the one who gave me food and water
You are the one who loved me
You are my mother and father
You are the one who gave your life for me
Your strength is like an old Narra tree
But at the end we'll learn to love
We'll be twinkling liike the stars above
"Love is like a thousand things!"
T'was a very dear poem, I should say. Though it sounded wrong; "Your strength is like an old Narra tree"? Seriously? How could I compare human strength to a Narra tree that is old. But it's a figure of speech, I suppose. I probably made this when I was in the 2nd grade or something because of that Narra part. Oh well, we will never know. Now I know where my parents keep all my letters to them (i.e. in the drawer that is seldom opened. :| tsk tsk tsk). Maybe I should write poems again. Maybe the next poem I make is a tragedy "My death at school" or "An unfortunate thing that happened while making homework".
WAITING FOR MY SISTER TO GO ONLINE!!!
WAITING FOR MY SISTER TO GO ONLINE!!!
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