Mother,
Thank you,
For caring for me,
When I'm rude to you.
/
Mother,
I am glad you're mine,
Because without you,
I'm not alright.
/
Mother,
I love you,
Not because it's natural instinct,
Because I willingly do.
/
Mother,
I am glad I'm your child,
Because I look just like you,
But a little wild.
/
Mother,
Thank you,
For caring for me,
When I'm rude to you.
YOU ARE READING
Maddison's Poetry, Vol. 1
PoesíaWhen I get bored, I write poetry. I hope you like it, it's not the best, but it's hard work. I update at least 4-5 times a day.
