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.

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A Soul longing for the care and love of her mother