孩子

 

 

 

                                                                          我想有个孩子

                                                                          他微眯着眼

                                                                          伸出五根手指

                                                                          问

                                                                          爸爸

                                                                          这是几啊

 

                                                                          我想有个孩子

                                                                          他攥着小拳

                                                                          推着我走

                                                                          带着他

                                                                          幸福的笑

 

                                                                          我想有个孩子

                                                                          他撅着小嘴

                                                                          不满地

                                                                           问

                                                                           为什么妈妈不爱我了

 

                                                                           我想有个孩子

                                                                           他紧绷着小脸

                                                                           却熟熟地睡着

                                                                           梦里有着他的妈妈

                                                                           我的爱人

 

                                                                           你在哪。。。