yet another poem about my mother.
When I'd fall and scrape my knees
Who would read me stories?
And teach me ABC's
Who always smiled to me?
And taught me wrong from right
Who would sing me lullabies?
And tuck me in at night
Who's the greatest mom, in a way that only she can?
Incase you haven't guessed it
Her name is Edith Jane McCann.
Poetry by Nadia B.
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Written on 2007-09-14 at 14:32
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Edith Jane McCann
Who would kiss my cheek?When I'd fall and scrape my knees
Who would read me stories?
And teach me ABC's
Who always smiled to me?
And taught me wrong from right
Who would sing me lullabies?
And tuck me in at night
Who's the greatest mom, in a way that only she can?
Incase you haven't guessed it
Her name is Edith Jane McCann.
Poetry by Nadia B.
Read 913 times
Written on 2007-09-14 at 14:32
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