Monday, 21 September 2015

Narrative Poem

I remember my childhood When i was a child I would cry If my mother left me alone My father taught me to pray He always taught me to read the bible He bought me, my sister and my brother went to the church My mother would cooked for us She really loved to cook She always made delicious food everyday And she never tired to prepare breakfast, lunch and dinner for us Everymorning my father always prayed for his children Before his children went to school And everynight he always invited my mother and his children to read the bible and pray together

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