31 May 2017

"Hey Mama"



You, the Queen.
Sorry, your Highness,
Rarely I obey.
But now I regret,
That the warning was right.

You, the Chef.
Sorry, that I ordered,
For every hour, every meal.
All the tears from the onion cuts,
I'm so grateful 
For all your sweat.

You, the Hero.
Never mind them;
The unworthy talks.
You give me cherry blossom,
Although it is Autumn,
Kiss away the pain,
You help me to win the game.

-Marsya Sabrina

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