Child Thoughts
If my mother gets mad
Will her love go away?
If I am not good
Can I still go play?
Sometimes I'm too noisy
And mess up the house
Other times I'm quiet
Tiptoe like a mouse
Whatever I do though
My mother still loves
It's surprising to me
I still have her hugs!
I'm a lucky young child
To have this lady
To care for me always
Since time I was baby
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