Care from a mother, mother and child.

Loving Arms

Since  I am a child

I can sense the smell of your warmth clothing

To guide comfort to my souls and feeling.

When I am hunger

I know your feeding me a bottle of milk to stop me crying,

As I am sleeping

I hear you sweet voice  for a lullaby singing.

By the time  I’m awake

I’ve seen your face smiling and touch my hand to tickle.

Now  times goes by and I’m  growing

I cannot find a way to forget it, even just a thing

‘Coz all I  want is to come back ,

In your loving arms again…

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