Mom’s Long Hair Modern Poetry

Your baby-like sleeping posture

Mother is always moved by it

Did you know that

Mother will always be moved by it? I caressed your face with my long hair

Lest I might wake you up

You moved slightly

As if a dream was waiting

< p> Quietly go looking for dreams again

Mom’s long hair

Black hair turns white

You still don’t go home

Mom’s long hair

The green hair has long turned into white hair

Your boy-like sleeping posture

Mom’s motherhood is always like spring The germination of Gently. Moved

As if sleep was waiting

Quietly looking for dreams again

Mom's long hair

The black hair turns to white hair

You still don’t go home

Mom’s long hair

The black hair turns to white hair long ago