You fell asleep. You don't know.
Mom is sitting next to you, waiting for your dream talk.
Mom also talked in her sleep when she was a child.
But when mom talks in her sleep, there is no mom beside her.
You call me in your dream, call me.
Son, do you want me to go to the park with you?
I waited for you to fall off the slide again and again.
I fell from you again and again and grew taller again and again.
If one day you stop calling mom in your dreams.
Calling a strange young name
That's mother's expectation. Mother's expectations.
Mother's expectation is surprise and sadness.
The poet wrote the feelings, expectations and contradictions of all mothers, and also wrote the unique maternal love and warmth. Every detail of the child's growth will be forgotten by sensible children in the future, but for the mother, even if it is a piece of dust that once surrounded the child, she will cherish it, waiting for the child to fall again and again and grow taller. Waiting for the expectation, when the expectation finally comes true, surprise and sadness come at the same time.