I like to say ….. I like Complain
I like you to hug me my mother
I need your hands to wipe my tears
I like you to wipe on my head
I am tired and the time is very hard
I am deprived of you my dearest people
Your love in my blood my mother
I don’t find whose relax me
The sleep is went from my eyes
All the night I wake up and they blame me
What is my guilt if they don’t know my mother value?
My mother is more than to describe with compassion
Her value is mentioned in book which read until this day
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.