It's my childhood
Where I fell deep sleep in peace
Catching something that I like
Chuckling for nothing making joke
My mom is my first talk
My dad is my first walk
Falling on down
Rising by own
The first step I took
The first word I wrote
The butterfly I cached
The chocos I shared
The games I played
The swinging on dad's shank
The singing of Mother's swank
Many years had passed away
By slowly giving its way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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