poem 2

One day...
tell your children how they have grown, 
tell them, that to bear a child is nothing like Playdough,
to raise one, is nothing like grooming their Barbie dolls,
teaching them is not merely ABC and 123,
loving them is no where near hugging a Teddy,
believing in them is beyond Twinkle Stars,
feeding them is almost every time a HappyMeal.

by Mr.Henciltep