Baby,baby,baby,oooh!

At the end of the dream.
There were 3 of us sitting in the car.
It was dark.
We were about to go somewhere.
I sit on the passenger seat, I remember holding him dearly.
Smelling his hair.
Blue hooded jacket and a pair of greenish trouser.
He is 2 years old.
So warm and small.
I remember looking into his watery eyes.
And holding him tighter.


I still feel his warmth when i woke up.
But he's not there. Of course he is not. Not yet.
I close my eyes and secretly whisper to the One above.
I hope to see you soon, son.

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