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Aug 2012
Mom's fingers extend,

              to gently touch my face,

looking at her eyes, i try to guess,

                 what  she thinks, at the moment;

         yes, I can tell, just like, she could read my mind very well,

                               *the day I was born,

                                                  was what she just remembered!
Like Neva tells us below, a mother often remembers the day her children were born..it's so intimate to her!
K Balachandran
Written by
K Balachandran  Kerala, India
(Kerala, India)   
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