I think give written
Some thoughts in verse till now
But none of them seem lively
Without drawing my mother
For you and me
For you and me
Who think as diferent
Who think as better
Who think as exquisite
Than the mother who
Was just the same as that we are
Now , as I live afar
With my own child
I see my mother in me ;
I sighs , the tears , the laugh
And expectations
And my child , the child I were
Then I feel that
I could ' ve loved her better
But the story repeats
While I love her in my tranquility !
