Treasure Island

Natasa Tocuc

(Saigon)

A Mother's Day poem for Lang Nguyen- -


A Mother's Day
June 28,2008

Mothers do not like that day.
That awful day make me cry
And Take away my mom life
When the children are very sad.
Mom will not alive
When the children are great.
Mom does not alive
When your children are fallen in love
But, Mom does not alive
When the children are glad.

Dear mom, I am so sad
When you were passed away.
Dear mom, I am so madly hate myself
When I have been bad.
Dear mom, I am so sorry
When I have been bad behavior
Dear mom, I only want to make
you happy and obeys your last wish

Submitted: Sunday, May 11, 2014

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–This poem dedicate to my mom named Lang Nguyen

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