Our Trio

Our mischievous precious trio munchkins, the apples of our eyes

Just googling on the poem and found this one; kind of cute and funny. It relates our darlings stories well on how Iman used to complain to me and reason out apart from pin pointing at Ilham (blaming her of course) when I heard screamings or cryings of Ilham or Irdina. Ilhams as always, the cheeky ones who always possible of doing anything. Irdina mmm... too soon to anticipate. Whatever!! Just love the way u are darlings ... u guys are always the best gifts sent from heaven. Alhamdulillah, Thank You Allah.

Babah and Mama

Terrible Twos

Mom it wasn't me

that did those things to you.

I think it was my sister, (aha)

she's in the terrible twos.

I think I skipped that year.

I don't remember it. (u are rite!)

I'm now six you know and

I'll soon be big as you. (ok)

Surely you don't think it's me,

that put glue in your shoes. (so, it wasnt u?)

Just the other day

I heard Sis call you a witch, and (aha.. not good Ilham) hehe

the clock you found took all apart

was the one she tried to fix. (Ilham is for sure)

Do you reckon it was her

put sand in my go cart? (wasn't it Irdina?)

I know I need a new one,

but I wouldn't go that far. (nope, u r not)

I get in so much trouble

for things I didn't do. (really?)

Why is it me that

always gets accused? (SORRY!)

Don't you know it's Sis

that's in her terrible two's? (plus u)

by Reatha Crow