When I was just a little girl
My mother once confessed
of all us kids (and there were five)
My mother liked me best
I never told my brother
Though he always was a pest
Of all us kids (and there were five)
My mother like me best
I never told my sisters
Cause they might become distressed
Of all us kids (and there were five)
My mother like me best
All five of us are almost grown
I mentioned it in jest
Of all us kids (and there were five)
My mother like me best
The smiles across their faces
Told the story I had guessed
She had of course to each of us
Identically confessed
Linda Sultan
BINABASA MO ANG
Very Short Stories/Riddles Collection
Short Storycollection of short stories in all category; drama, romance, horror, suspense, thriller, adventure , fantasy and Love❤. (some are maybe my own original stories but I'll surely get from other sources.) To God be the Glory
