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I want to read my poem to you Papa, Please support me ..May I borrow your shoulder? Hikksss… (Sad mode on )

Ohhh no…. I’m really nervous! But I’ll Try…fighting!!

# Papa #

By Naylah Mahmudah Idris

When I was born, the first thing that I heard was your voice

Your adzan was caught by my ears in steady motion

Introducing me with my God

And hoping I will always have worship to My God

Papa…..

When my mother was still weak after bearing me

You rocked me in your arms

Put off my diapers with no disgust at all

 

Papa…

You looked like the happiest man

Welcome me with full smile

You always take me care when my mother gets tired

At this time, I can stand and walk by my self

Because Papa never felt bored train me every day,

Thank you for being my Papa

 

 

What do you think about my poem Papa?

That was awesome …Good girl!!