Golden Past....

This may not follow any rhymes or other rules of a poetry.. in simple meaning what we can say a poem. I just want to express my feelings which was suddenly touched my heart..

When I was a little baby,
My parents was keep busy to,
make me laugh.
When I was crying,
they immediately ran out
to stop me crying.
If I disturbed them whole night,
They also awoke with me...
without any hesitation.
So, parents are called,
As the God of Child.
Time is changing..
And unknowingly I have turned
into a woman.
Spending lots of phases in life.
I can't meet them,
In every moments...
Wheather it be sorrows and laugh.
Because, now,
I am playing a..
different role of life.
Far from my "childhood Life"
Sometimes I cried loudly,
MOTHER!
and then get it was,
Just a "Dream"
Every parents are lovely...
for their kids,
So, it is the word,
Which are unforgettable for the" WORLD"!