I was unable to read and understand
What were papa up to and his stand?
When he will be angry or loose temper?
When he will embrace me or pamper?
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Beautiful poem about a beautiful time in one's life Bravo!
In her warmth I could feel bright day She was almost there to show the way.............Beautiful
Endless Hope Old memories of childhood are always unforgetful Unlike · Reply · 1 · 7 hrs
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This is beautiful! Ah, now the persona really comes out convincing...great poem there! And I also love the language used...simple, just like a child would. Read me here and ourwordsourvoices(dot) blogspot(dot) com
childhood memories will last forever, it can not get any better. when you remember the strength of both in their different ways. gr8888t write
What a beautiful presentation to the role of the parents! I agree with the ideas in this poem as the idea of the influence of the childhood in human's life. Great Work :) 10++
It is the frame of our being… since childhood we are being mould. In my case, I used to hate my father and so to say, I can relate on your affection with your mother… she stand for us, for me and my siblings… and it made us who we are… a good lady I can say…
I admire your courage and frankness in writing this nad it gives us a picture of parenting from the eyes of a child. Thank you for sharing! 10+++++
A fascinating view of your childhood, it is a beautiful honest account of the highs and lows experience, there are always sweet memories to look back on. Greatly enjoyed!