My Childhood Poem by Natasa To
My Childhood
Is the long way in the pass,
with the best souvenirs that I never forget.
The memory of the innocent time,
never know what's love.
In the small world of friendship
and the parents's loves.
Oh, my childhood!
I wish I went back to the childhood
to live with best time.
Without worry the money, work.
Saturday, July 15, 2006
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4/25/2024 3:21:15 PM # 1.0.0.1119
What I admire most about this poem Natasa is that after reading your biography I see you went through struggles as a child (financially) yet what you remember is the happiness and love. That's very nice. Sincerely, Mary