Mama, Mama

To be just like you

I thought at only two

Pretty as a dove

Soaring high above.


Mama, Mama

So brave you are

I look up to you

Like I look up to the stars.


Mama, Mama

I can be mean

I'm still learning

As I'm only a teen.


Mama, Mama

Here we are at last

One step closer to our goals

For what's mine is yours

That's what Ive been told.

This poem is about: 
My family


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