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Showing posts with label lame poetry. Show all posts

my mommy

my mommy loves me.

she is patient when i cry.
she is loving when i fall.
she is encouraging when i try.
she loves Jesus more than all.

she is there when i am sick.
she is there when i'm asleep.
she applauds all of my tricks.
she resists pinching my cheeks. (at times)

she is loving to my daddy.
she is always happy when he's home.
but more than that
she is most happy
finding faith in Christ alone.

so i'm not the greatest poet.
i'm also 7 months old.
what were you doing when you were 7 months old?

atticus