I had a dream yesterday.
I was a little boy.
My mother there is seated.
He was telling me stories.
While I was stroking my hair...
His face changed suddenly...
My fever do measur...
Too high...
My mother in the eyes also, fallen ages..
His face is covered with sadness..
My mother stand up..
To bring me the vinegar...
All my body rub...
The fire has fallen..
My the face is a smile.
I looked into his eyes...
Her face smiled..
My in the dream...
I woke up..
I thought to my dream..
I called my mother...
I love you, mom..
Mersin-27 March 2017
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you will always need your mom.
A sleeping baby is
the new happy hour for his mother.
Congratulations.
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