I like to sleep again in a cradle. <br />Where is my perambulator? <br />I lost my feeding bottle <br />and the bootees are not fit now. <br />My beautiful mom who was the protectress <br />of this fawn. <br />When I crawl you gave me your big hand <br />my handsome dad. <br />Where did you go with my poor mom? <br />It's unbelievable, <br />When I take my children to school in the morning <br />I see both of you through the mist at the handrail <br />with my old books.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-memoriam-of-their-serenity/
