Walking tip-toed on the road,
And a happy jump over a pebble.
Pleasures dwell in small candies,
Warmth and comfort in teddies.
Paper boats sailing in the bucket,
Cute houses of mud and clay.
Tea parties with dolls and bunnies,
And sweet baby cradled to bed.
Fashionable stories from grand mother,
Weaves angels and fairies from above.
Imagination and creation
Breeds a whole new world.
Lying on the grass and counting sheeps.
Hide-and-seek, the favourite game.
Running naked didn’t matter.
Breaking every new toy is a triumph.
Few scribbles with some colours
Is the master piece for his mother.
When her twinkling eyes meets his
Exceptional joy is deeply rooted.
Her soft soothing voice
Sings of lovely lullabies.
No heavenly voice is her match,
That allows you to sleep so peacefully.
Peeping eyes looking over the bed
Crawling and gazing the night sky
Where the stars far away
Knit the blessed dreams in those eyes.
We do not remember days,
We remember moments.
In the deepest treasures of heart
We unlock our fond memories.
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