And then I said....
When I was born,My mother said,
Please God, make her pretty.
Wah, Wah, I said!
When I was three,
My mother would pray,
Please, God, keep her safe.
I continued to play.
When was five,
My mother cried,
Please, God, Cure her polio.
The doctor said:
I'm sorry , your daughter died.
He lied!
Please login or register
You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
Login or Registerleave comments/feedback and rate this poem.