Nap on the laps of a loved one,
As soft as the feathers of a good dream,
As warm as the best sweaters during cold,
Many laps of brothers, sisters, a father,
A wonderful, loving mother and a spouse,
As the dream such nap is the wildest dream,
Not the naps are short, but the bones are sharp,
Time tested human flesh and the weakness,
Keeping the cushion on the lap is the only option,
Little ones can have their dreams again and again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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