Our First Day Poem by Harold R Hunt Sr

Our First Day



Our First Day
When you was born. You did cry.
Why am I here?
Who are those people over there?
Are they very near?
Will they be a bother to me?
Is it my mother and father?
I don't want any food!
And I don't want to look at the moon.
I will rest my little head.
Shall I go to bed?
Man, What will I say?
It's need only my first day!

Wednesday, October 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: baby
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