Sharing Our Innermost Thoughts

Dear mom,

When did I stand on my feet?

I don’t know when I grew up Those black spot, milk,

From crawling on the knees, In the lap of your love Even today everything is the same. I am a Simple and innocent spear, I know I am the best No matter how big I become

For you I am everywhere This is how your love,

For you Mother “I am still your child”.

Miss you mom 💙