Mom

I feel like touching a bark of tree In your garden in the spring. I’d like to settle on your knee - Mom, hear my piteous crying! Recall your dreams about your child. I heard you say, “No!” What did you mean? Give up the mad idea – it's so wild. I’d also like to love and dream... Mom, let me see the sun and the moon, Let me listen to your beating heart. Everything I want is to see you soon. Hear my silent scream. Let me start...