My Mother's Wings Poem by Norman Jin Shyr Wang

I dreamed and stole from the fullest moon
that my legs by the stairs stalked
for a sleep walk.
As my eyes gazed into the blue lagoon
I became thirsty for a drink and missed
my jerky pork and folk.
I opened the fridge not so hard with
all the food out spreading far.
I thought I pushed the front door to slip
and went to my mother's grave to ease.
Her grass needed some cares
and her bushes wanted a cut.
How much I would seek for her to embrace me
as I stood and thought at her stone?
She came and hugged me with her wings
and kissed my cheek with her gentle lips.
She smilingly walked me back to my bed
and sang me a song of breeze till I slept.
In the full moon of the starring night
she would wait for me where she laid
with her gliding wings of sleight.