MOM
It is you who grasp my hand tight,
I am here because of your 9 months fight,
And when I saw the world's light,
You cried at my first sight,
You sacrifices your whole life to make my life bright,
I promise you..... MOM
In this battle of life I will not let you down,
Whether you grasp my hands tight
or
Leave me alone in this fight....
👁 4💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.