A curly, black bush on top of my head
I was a curious one
With my small palms, I marked the ground with my presence
Just happy to be out along with Mother Nature
Don’t you know? A mother’s actions
echo love the way a cave echoes the cries
of lost travellers. My daughter,
even happiness is temporary. Don’t you know?
Tring tring ,tring the phone rang. Robert ran and grabbed the phone, “Hello, who is this?†said Robert.
The caller said†This is Rosa! Will it be possible to have a play date today?