Ik moet voor Sinterklaas een gedicht voor m'n moeder schrijven en deze heb ik gemaakt maar ik heb er niet zo'n geweldig gevoel over... Willen jullie hem misschien lezen en zeggen wat jullie er van vinden??
A mother does what moms do best
Separate her own from the rest
She takes care of each and every
single one though they will vary
Herself to blame if one does wrong
She'll always be there blunt and strong
A happy face, for there no other
Her worries, her children will not bother
Night it falls but darkness fades
No dark just light in different shades
And all be well, once again
No troubles, until when,
History repeats, a tree reborn
Truly happy we'll never feel
But the smallest things, as if not real
Will be there with no doubt
Hard as stone soft as cloud
This present might not be of
big worth, but has been chosen with love
Feeling out of place is no shame
Everyone feels the same
No worries for life the rest
You will do what you think is best
Have fun for now you live
Be yourself, don't misgive
yourself without the need
for your life has not ended nor is it complete
There are few sights sadder than a ruined book.
