ONCE
Mother’s voice calls me to come back
to sleep in her arms
and experience youth
– F H Hakansson
ONCE
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ONCE
Mother’s voice calls me to come back
to sleep in her arms
and experience youth
– F H Hakansson
F. H. Hakansson 
My mummy watches me grow up every day … It’s a sad, sad thing! 😦 (wow my comment is totally off track!)
It’s not sad if you grow up to become a wonderful person 😀 … and it’s not that off track. The poem mentions a mother-figure after all!
Love it. Makes me yearn to be a kid all over again. 🙂
Thank you! 😀 Yes, I was inspired by the nostalgia of youth when I wrote it.
I mentioned you in my last post. Go see. 🙂