Skies are blue
The flowers bloom
On this day we sing
Happy birthday mom
As it feels mildly cold
In the day we still smile
With more than one child
Mom will still be there
At our dark times
She speaks with the chime of her voice
She will always be there
baking up a batch of jokes
As she watches us grow up
She won't say goodbye
Until the time is right
This may not rhyme
But I took my time
For you mom
A simple poem
I love you
~Your child ginger
YOU ARE READING
Randomness of Ginger (or 🗑)
RandomThis is a random book by Ginger and there are just some poems I made in class. They're off the top of my head so hope you enjoy X3
