Some sundays when mumma baked cakes
With two spoons I'ld wait for my plate
For every bite of your share I'ld take
My eyes catched the empty chair beside laid.
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lovely poem... It really means alot to have a brother who can always be there and protect you.. And very sweetly described emotions and how much you miss him..
I really like it. You should really do more poems like this.
My friends, they call me 'silence' A someone who is unable to express But whenever 'you' and 'I' are 'we' 'silence' is for you to address. Silence is so beautiful when two hearts meet. lovely poem. tony