This is a poem about the love of children and their parents.


Emotion


In that white morning, a child knelt
by his mother's bed and
awaited her to wake up, and look at him.

In white nightdress and sleepy,
she opened her eyes and embraced
her child. The silk was rustling whitely.




Poetry by Dejan
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Written on 2006-08-22 at 15:43

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