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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