Donna Young


Growing Up Grace - Poem by Donna Young

Grace I remember you little and cute
Playing games on the beach and in your room
Telling you horror stories to help you sleep
Only then hearing you quiver and scream
Back then we were all so young
Now when I see you
I can't believe your a mum
Your like a little sister I don't have
And even your mum is like the mum I never had

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011


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