Our time has now come to an end,
Know that you were the sweetest friend
Poems for Children by Mama Grace
Tag: Writing
Are you a working mum? Is that all you are?
Of course not. So don’t make me reach to burn my bra.
That’s it, let mummy hold your feet
Then we can keep you and me neat.
Why won’t you let us give it a clean?
If life is a journey, then I will stroll on the most interesting path. Mama Grace
I got lost when you came