My Mom

We'll meet soon

She is standing there

In her blue dress

That is blown by the friendly breeze

 

Her hair is silky straight

I got her big eyes

And her thin lips

 

She smiles as if it’s the last

She talks with the wind

She moves with grace

 

Ah! She’s perfectly lovely

I can imagine

Pieces and pieces of her senses

 

She is lovely

She is beautiful

Though I haven’t seen her even once

I know she is beautiful 

 

Author's Note

I am always dreaming of seeing my real mother one day. She left without a word and trace, but I know I will be able to understand whatever the reason is. I love her, no doubt with that. Some said she's a whore, but who cares? We all have only one mother, and loving them is the only way we can feel how to be a child. Perhaps, I haven't been a daughter before. But I am myself now, so maybe..just maybe, I can be a daughter someday.

Reviews

[Em]

This is so lovely. I am in love with it. So beautifully written. The last two lines were great, I just think it was very well written.

[SimpleMind]

Thanks Em :)

[Em]

You're so welcome=]

[The Dreamer]

sad,touching...... i wasn't focusing that much when i started reading it, but when i came to the second last line , BANG! and then i read it again and again and again. beautiful, well done.

[SimpleMind]

Thanks.
I just put in words what I thought about my mother, and that's how I made this poem. I haven't really seen her, not even in pictures. I'm glad you like it :)