Sep 2018
It was yesterday
That she hold my hand wherever I go
It is today
That I hold his hand whenever he goes
Time flies by
Giving up experiences
How hard it is to be a MOTHER
Though I love being one
That she hold my hand wherever I go
It is today
That I hold his hand whenever he goes
Time flies by
Giving up experiences
How hard it is to be a MOTHER
Though I love being one
I hope everyone can relate to this poem of mine
