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Mom

by

Jolanta Gradowicz

I feel like touching a bark of tree
In your garden in the spring.
Id 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.
Id 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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