@aida12 25 June 2020

Sweet Home

How can I ever forget The warm arms of my parents That is my refuge since I was born Whenever my dear mother tells me The times he cared for me Only a smile appeared on her lips And even in his eyes I also remember how my dad cared for me. With nothing as hard and rarely laugh Every time I cry for playing games She was there to make me laugh with her jokes. Now I'm old and my parents are old, I will be their refuge. Gradually search for the good, And they will never marry. Home of Sweetness