(a baby’s impression)
Mom, you and I,
form a unique duo
(Poor father doesn’t know!),
If you are the eye
I am your sight,
If you are the earth
I am the moon, the lone satellite,
If you are a creeper
I am your flower,
If you are the cloud
I am the shower…
At the cost of your pleasure,
Mom, you take all my care –
You bathe me, feed me
by changing your blood to milk,
you wear crumpled cotton,
but wrap me in expensive cashmere silk.
Surprising, your milk does not break,
it never gets sour, unpolluted, always sweet,
cat can’t steal, doesn’t know where you store,
to be naughty, I get all the strength from it !!
Mom, I love to tickle you
and you love to be tickled!
We make a good pair strong as steel
and our bond is secure, shall never be brittle!
