i want to stay curled and cosiedand chocolated....foreverin my mother’s arms.

my motheris pure radiance. she is the suni can touchand kissand holdwithout getting burnt.

you areas fleetingly beautifulas a mother’s tearsand a father’s pranksa brother’s bachelorhoodand a best friend’s bad mooda bride’s glittering jittersand a handsome stranger’s smile.

may my touchalways...be tenderas i would strokemother's cheekswhen she cried.