Before I raise
you get ready;
Before my School bus arrives
you leave to office leaving my lunch box;
Before I reach home
you call baby sitter, instruct to help me;
I am so tired of hearing your voice over
mobile;
I some time wish, why wont I be
this baby sitter's child;
Before you come home
I sleep Off;
Again
Before I raise
you are ready to flee away.....
You are so happy about my achievement
boost before every one 'that is my child! ! ! ! '
When will you be achieve my love for me to
boost 'That's my BEST MOM'
I m Missing you mumma! ! ! !
Annie Juliet
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cry-of-a-kid/
