As mother once told us

My children, we all die one day
Young or old
Rich or poor
Like that little goldfish in the tank
Or the flowers in the garden
We are not cats
Having nine lives
Die one and start another
As we fell from the roof
My children, let's not forget
We are humans
And faith is a priority
Friendship
Love
Affection
Like drinking a cup
Of hot milk
And taking a nap in the afternoon
My children, I may not be there
To hold your hands
Or sing for you a lullaby
But you''ll hear my voice in the wind
And feel my angel's arms wide open.....
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