They thought that my mummy adopted me,
Well, I look black and she looks white you see.
Now people ask if I’m your nanny, then
Look like someone mixed up the recipe.
‘How could she possibly be your baby?’
Why because she’s not a colour to me.
‘How could she possibly be your baby?’
Why because she’s not a colour to me. Click To Tweet
Mama Grace
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Oh that’s so touching. Beautiful photo too. Thanks for sharing with us at #DreamTeam lovely x
This is really beautiful. #Dreamteam
This is beautiful. Thank you. I love messages like this. #happynowlinkup
Thanks.
That’s such a lovely poem and a really powerful ending. Beautiful. Thank you for sharing with the #DreamTeam x
Thanks. I’m glad you like it.
This is lovely, reminds me of me and my girls 😉 #globalblogging
love it.
Always love coming here to read the poems. And as always – this is beautiful. #PostsFromTheHeart
Thank you. That is so lovely to hear.
Love this – great poem and a great message
Thanks for linking up to #AnythingGoes 🙂
Debbie