To my mom

Мария Алматова 2
I shall be the sunlight leaks
I shall be the windy day
I shall be the touch on cheeks
The rain didn't wash away
I shall be the future dream
That will be the best of all
You shall be through clouds seen
I wish you to reach the Goal
The memories always stay
But they will be never sad
I want you to live like play
I took all, that echoed bad