Mother
You told me in a dream you always loved me.
I wept with joy at what with joy you said.
My sadness was not there. It was so lovely.
And with you was my father, also dead.
The sky was with an early sunrise burning,
Yet still with ample darkness for the moon,
Which held the secret of its youthful yearning
Although it knew that it would vanish soon.
How wonderful, I thought, at last to hear you
Say what I had known but never heard!
Abandoned, I have long longed to be near you
And find my long-lost refuge in a word.
I saw the truth of it within your eyes
And blessed the dream that ends but never dies.
brilliantly written..!
Although it’s a very small photo, I could see that your mom was beautiful as a young lady.
happy mother’s day!
happy b’day to your mother… my mother.. his mother… her mother.. everybody’s mother.. everyday shud be mother’s day lah… not only yesterday
Expressing the full truth and feeling straight from Bengbeng’s heart.