Four
I remember when I was four
Dad always with the law
Mum always takes the hug
She leaves tea always in the jug
Night of fight with bed bugs
Prayer to God to help us
Lovely pat to sleep by the hand
And a beautiful song
Melodious and long
Hard to resist the sound
When closed met the door
I always wished I’d ever be four.
GOODNESS LANRE
CONTEST :You're A Little Kid Again
AGE:FOUR
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