Treasure Island

Wolkine Stany

(November 26,1991- / St. Mark, Haiti, Elizabeth NJ)

Dedicated To Mother Stany


Much love goes to a special lady
That took good care of me since I was a baby
I've learned to respect this wonderful person who gave birth to me
Even though i was a little pest from the the start
She was still able to keep me close in her heart
After many years of disobedience
I've finally realized what she has done for me
Because of her I lived in great harmony
One word to describe her is fantastical
This special lady is so incredible
She is so nice, kind, and magical
That Special lady is my mother
The one I will always love like no other

Submitted: Monday, May 04, 2009
Edited: Saturday, October 16, 2010

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