Whom i missed most,
A very young girl,
Who loves to talk...
" Snowy is the name "
Who always cried,
A very thin girl,
Who's intelligence is a pride...
" Snowy is the name "
A spoiled brat at five,
A witty girl,
Who loves to sing lullaby...
Years had given her a boost,
Snowy turned a child proving her worth,
From playing and learning time, with both,
She'd got her share of the magic of childhood...
" Snowy becomes a lady of substance,
She speaks what she has to say when given a chance.
Because Snowy is my Snowy, Because Snowy is the other side of me.....
...i really like this poem...because of its arrangement and the rhyme....
ReplyDeletethanks for liking ms... i lovetis poem also because its all about me and my childhood years back home..
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