Having you as my daughter is such a God's gift I treasure.
And my life won't have a dull moment with you, that's for sure.
Never will I let any harm come your way,
My sweet little angel, oh, you know how you're so dear to me.
I promise I'll be a good mother for you all eternity.
JOHNEAH HANMI, you will always be my sweet little angel and the best gift God has given me...
This poem is for my daughter Johneah Hanmi. I'm so proud of her!
Proud
God is good because He gave you to me.
I know my child, your looks don't look like me.
But it's alright because your looks come from your father.
Thus he will always be proud of you like no other.
Please, my child, don't be bothered.
Thou, you got your father's looks, you're wittiness,
Your smile, your charm, and your gender,
Most important is your honesty and tidiness.
You got it all from none other than from your proud mother.
There's a moment in my life when I felt that I'm too tired of everything. I think of my daughter to make me strong. Enough to carry on.
I'm Tired
I woke up early in the morning and had some tea.
Then I go to the bathroom to wash up and pee.
I need to go to work as early as nine.
Then out of the office late at night.
I only work five days a week.
But the sure thing it made me weak.
I'm tired of the things I do at work.
I'm tired and had no choice but to work.
I have to work to earn some money.
But I can't save even just a penny.
I have to pay for water and electric bills.
And also for school and home bills.
I'm tired of the things that I always do.
I'm tired of all the hardships and pain in life.
I'm tired of working to survive.
I'm tired, yes, I am, but I will never be tired of YOU...
I feel like giving up sometimes, but when I think about my daughter, I had hope and courage to survive all the challenges in life.
ONLY HOPE
You shed light when I'm in the dark.
You shed tears when I'm lonely.
You shed laughter when I'm happy.
You shed love when I feel unloved.
Lastly, you are always and will always be -
My Only Hope to survive.
When I gave birth to my daughter, she's the most beautiful thing I've ever had. I wish to have more of her, haha!
Baby
After nine months of waiting
Finally, you are here.
YOU ARE READING
My Poem, My Story
PoetryThis book is a collection of my free-verse self-written poems about life, love, hate, friendships, and heartaches. I already posted these poems, so this is just a compilation of all of my poems. I hope others may find it interesting, may learn somet...
Poems for me and my Family
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