The Most Important Thing

To catch a glace of the twinkle in my mother’s eye.

To hear the soft sounds of the night.

To hug my father close and tight.

To smell my friends cooked joy though beans and rice.

To cut, and share taste with a knife.

It is all that I need in this life.

 The most important thing is love.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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