Brim me to the top
So I can take a view
Now don't you stop
I honestly need you
From the dirt road
To the barkers gate
You carry a great load
Hurry now, we are already late
Fresh bakes and cakes
And many more pies
So delicious, it kept me awake
To shuush the hungry flies
I am my mom's little ridding hood
Delivering bakes everyday
Going home, as day was good
In my cart, on my way
I'll pick fresh white flowers
For it makes my mum glow bright
She works for hours
When I am sleep at night
I love her immensely
For she is my world
I bore her intentionally
Whenever I get called
Her grace is like no other
Like a bloom in the rain
I do not have a father
But I am well versed with her pain...
©sim
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 7:21 AM UTC
Brim me to the top
So I can take a view
Now don't you stop
I honestly need you
From the dirt road
To the barkers gate
You carry a great load
Hurry now, we are already late
Fresh bakes and cakes
And many more pies
So delicious, it kept me awake
To shuush the hungry flies
I am my mom's little ridding hood
Delivering bakes everyday
Going home, as day was good
In my cart, on my way
I'll pick fresh white flowers
For it makes my mum glow bright
She works for hours
When I am sleep at night
I love her immensely
For she is my world
I bore her intentionally
Whenever I get called
Her grace is like no other
Like a bloom in the rain
I do not have a father
But I am well versed with her pain...
©sim
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