The Missing MOTHER
When she holds my hand and walks with me,
She cares me like her baby and play with me,
She wants to come in path o mine,
Where i walks , she runs behind me.
When she sleeps she murmur for her mother,
Comes to hug me and makes me to sleep,
Wants to go a ride with me,and lay in my hands,
While she is out with me fly like a bird.
When i am sad makes me to laugh,
When i am hungry, she feeds with her soft fingers,
And say you are my happiness,
She is my baby who cares for me.
She cares me like her baby and play with me,
She wants to come in path o mine,
Where i walks , she runs behind me.
When she sleeps she murmur for her mother,
Comes to hug me and makes me to sleep,
Wants to go a ride with me,and lay in my hands,
While she is out with me fly like a bird.
When i am sad makes me to laugh,
When i am hungry, she feeds with her soft fingers,
And say you are my happiness,
She is my baby who cares for me.
This Poems Story
A Soul longing for the care and love of her mother
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