Thursday, August 28, 2008
I am a child of my mother's pure love
Like a flower that blooms in mid-day spring
So dear, a perfect present from above,
Face full of peace - a smile it truly brings.
Hope to see a nice and beautiful world
Full of promises and enchanting bliss,
I will seek goodness, with love I will hold
Honor my mother, I will never miss.
I am excited of tomorrow's trip
When my arms and feet are strong and great,
My journey will be long with that ship
I will carry bags of freedom - no hate.
My youth will be filled with joys, less sorrows
But I'm stronger and so I won't falter.
I will obey what my heart bellows
My mother has taught me that I am sure.
Yes, I am a child and will remain be
Growing old with grace one step at a time,
Though I can't wait to see the world with glee
I shall sleep very well and dream my rhyme.