Cross
By Monica N
Published 10 September 2015
My cross is my life.
It hangs on a solid chain
Like a baby clinging to its mother.
It lights up in the night like a glittery star
It reminds me of memories
that will guide me forever.
Published 10 September 2015
My cross is my life.
It hangs on a solid chain
Like a baby clinging to its mother.
It lights up in the night like a glittery star
It reminds me of memories
that will guide me forever.