My little boy
Poor little boy who hungered for his mother's arm.
Waiting for hug and kiss without feeling of an orphant.
He still hear the beats of his mother's heart. Way back before when he was at her lap.
But distance pulled him into a lonely child.
Like a little sheep who lost on the wild.
Crying for his comfort of a woman who give birth.
Longing of her smell in his babies shirt.
© Richard Tiong
