In my dream
I call an angel
In my scream
I need an angel
I need my cream
I call an angel
I’m going to the stream
I still need that angel
My mother!
When I’m sick
I need an angel
I need to eat
I call an angel
I need to dress
I call that angel
I’m in a grave trouble
I still need that angel
My mother!
It’s a pity I don’t appreciate her much
It’s a pity I make her cry much
It’s a pity she doesn’t need much
But I cannot make her happiness cut.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecila © 2014.
2 replies on “MY MOTHER”
Thank you Sophiebowns. I really do appreciate your time in reading it.
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Beautiful !
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