Running hastily in the gardens
How I fell and scraped my knees
Amid those roses and hyacinths
And I used to cry
When it hurt too badly
You would hear it and rush out
Kissing my hurts and drying my tears
Giving me pink cool aids I loved so dearly
You used to carry me in the house
And then you would play
With me for hours and hours
When night came
You would tuck me in my bed
With my bears, birds and mermaids
And you used to tell me stories
Of fairies, sorcerers, centaurs
And lone wolfs
Then I used to slip away in dreams
Thanking god
That he gave me you
nice poem depicting a brother's love for his little sister..
a very close bond between brother and sister. a lovely write
a very close bond between brother and sister. a lovely write
wow lol I can see a very close bond between you and your bro...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love and love, Thanking God, He gave m to you. I invite you to read my poems and comment.