The Woman We Call 'Yaying' Poem by fara sutaru
The Woman We Call 'Yaying'
She's humble she's funny she's nice
Every moment with her is like rolling a dice
The outcome is uncertain and unsure
Is full of surprises but very pure.
She is like their mother loving and sweet
Her passion and commitment is something you cant beat
Her smiles will stay forever in our hearts
In our entire life she is always a part.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This is for our yaying who passed away, wherever she is i hope she's happy.
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4/25/2024 7:32:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
she is always a part, no birth no death, can separate. good love. I invite you to read my poems and comment.