Vaishu.Chilakamarri
Friday 20 February 2015
Wednesday 25 April 2012
My Father
My Father
My respect,
my father
Is special
in every way
He is as
special as my name
He teaches
me Math’s like a game
Things are
to be linked, is his belief
When we do
any wrong
He encourages
and says me to do again and
Again till
I succeed
He says problems
are like stairs, when
We leave
off some steps
It’s all
fall you will take
He knows
what is best and what is right
He is my
inspiration
For a
future bright!
My Grandma
My Grandma
Oh my
grandma
Mother of
my momma,
With her
dishes she makes me drool,
She tells
me stories
And she is
very active though she is old
She is more
precious to me than silver and gold
Strawberry,
chocolate, pineapple cakes
I can’t
tell you in words
How does
she manage
As I love
her she loves me too!
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