A loving mother is like a piece of sun
in your heart , on coldrainy days
A caring father is like a piece of paradise
in silence and piece, where your feelings fly apart
A bothering brother is like a first hot burning bath, fullrounding your body and then filling you with lovely warmth
An old wise grandma is like a journey,
filling you with sweet dreams
And the slithering me,
has nothing of all,
is sitting here
and imagining things.