My mother’s voice sounds like
birds singing in the morning.
When she is angry her voice
sounds like a loud speaker.
When my mum is crying her voice
sounds like the rain over
the mountains of Kuwait.
Freedom to Write, Freedom to Read
My mother’s voice sounds like
birds singing in the morning.
When she is angry her voice
sounds like a loud speaker.
When my mum is crying her voice
sounds like the rain over
the mountains of Kuwait.
RT @englishpen: Read a poem by a young person who’s recently arrived in the UK and who came to a PEN workshop http://t.co/vwh7Nt4Ddo
RT @englishpen: Read a poem by a young person who’s recently arrived in the UK and who came to a PEN workshop http://t.co/vwh7Nt4Ddo
RT @englishpen: Read a poem by a young person who’s recently arrived in the UK and who came to a PEN workshop http://t.co/vwh7Nt4Ddo