When I grow up
I will look just like my Mommy!
Always dreaming of the day
Rubbing my tummy!
I read in a book
that all will come true
just rub your tummy
and never be blue
She is a beautiful person
I want to be the same
Always there for me and helping
I wish I had her name
I would be so happy
following my Mommy's ways
Knowing that all will love me
Always wanting to stay
Thank you Mommy
for being you
Soon I will be all grown up
and follow in your shoes!
A contest entry
- When I grow up... by Aneka Bellingan.
1000 points, ended October 31, 2008, 17 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Oh no!!! I wish so much more for my daughter!!! I think you wrote a beautiful poem, yet I would wish for my daughter to have much more than what I have, and she has my name.. The meaning in Hebrew is the same...
I printed this and will present this to our dear little judge later.
Thank you for entering!
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