Mother, I want to rest in your hugs,
I have gone blind searching for your touch.
My ears are burning,
could you soothe it with your sweet hums?
I yearn to be next to your heart, O mother,
just like my brothers and little sisters.
Your lap cradles them to sleep
with a smile so pure I almost melt—
but when I lay my head,
frustration fills your eyes.
I wish I could be one of them whom you love.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 6:30 PM UTC
Mother, I want to rest in your hugs,
I have gone blind searching for your touch.
My ears are burning,
could you soothe it with your sweet hums?
I yearn to be next to your heart, O mother,
just like my brothers and little sisters.
Your lap cradles them to sleep
with a smile so pure I almost melt—
but when I lay my head,
frustration fills your eyes.
I wish I could be one of them whom you love.