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...
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