Mother is a tree
dark and luminous
when summer arrives
all the birds fly to her, sing to her
to remember
what's already been remembered
All the birds
they don't nest on another tree
though the neighborhood has many other trees
tall, short, more luscious
smell more delicious
Memory follows its own scent
to the womb to the dark womb
To the root
Mother is a tree
When roof gone, walls collapsed
leaves were all scared away by the wind
she remains intact
She is bare
All the birds fly to her
to her deep well
to the truth
Years had been wiped clean
generations were lost
nothing to win
but nothing there to lose
Mother is a tree
The memory
Of all the flying birds
a very nice poem, You may like to read my poems, Thank you Moms Smiles and so many you like. MOTHERS DAY TODAY and so on thanx