Call's from the shelf
The shelf which it is very close to ceiling
Now became their of heaven of silence..
Cherries disappeared from cheeks and
And their hair does not shine as before
They had careful mother _ - daughter my
Also there were 'all children' happy then
Now does not play with them anymore -
Became adult and they are independent too
But I do not break their rights... let continue
Independent lives of teenagers and the parent
But sometimes I hear call's from shelf, to mum,
They asked a lullaby, their a pillow, their bed.
Shelf which it is very close to a ceiling
Now became their of heaven of silence..
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But I do not break their rights... let continue Independent lives of teenagers and the parent But sometimes I hear call's from shelf, to mum, They asked a lullaby, their a pillow, their bed. 10+ they asked a lullaby......