Kezang Dawa (1977 / BHUTAN)

Look back see ahead

I was just six when
My mom was no more;
Still can be seen my
Mother's gravestone,
A bit away from
The old home shed:
From her ashes a
Flower garden instead.
Though I can hardly remember her,
The scent in the air,
The song of birds,
Sounds of nature,
Brings her memory to bear.
I recall my mother barely at all,
As if through distant portal.
I sent my eyes through this window
Into a world I can never know.
Yet I feel her stillness near,
Her whispers I almost hear;
Don't let myself down
In loss and pain;
Knowing next life we'll meet again.