Wednesday, September 26, 2018

My mother. A poem written by Trinity Room 3

My Mother gave me comfort
And feed me everyday
They say be grateful you have mother
Cause mine was never there
My nana never seemed that bad
And neither did my Papa
But I never really knew them well
Not as good as my mother
Go here to read more from Trinity in Room 3.

1 comment:

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