11 September 2012
Mother holds me in her arms, I look at her with baby-charms, A loving smile upon her lips, To kiss my cheek, her neck then dips.
A baby loves his mother dear, Her beauty so, so bright, Knowing that she's there for him, Be it day or night.
He'll cry, she'll wait, the fun they'll have, Such memories they'll weave. And then they'll start again the scene: Another, loving, eve.
Mother & Child. • Opuss № I