Treasure Island

Fusayo Butko

(El Paso, Texas)

Where Has My Mother Gone?


Where has my mother gone? I haven't heard from her,
no letters and no phone calls,
When autumn winds begin to blow,
I think of her even more,
I held my mother's hands,
Warm, hard, tight, hard working hands.

On a windy night, I was scared and lonely.
My mother held me tightly, and we slept together,
More than anyone else, my mother prayed
For my complete happiness.

I saw her a year ago, sleeping so soundly.
Couldn't bear to wake her, I kissed her.
I hope you live long-----long, I want to see you again.
I stared at my mother's face,
Her face reflecting a hard, hard life,

I called mother! Mother!
There is no answer, only an echo from far away
Where has my mother gone?
Cold, Cold, Autumn winds.

Submitted: Thursday, January 02, 2003

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  • Mary Nagy (3/25/2005 8:01:00 PM)

    I totally relate! ! It's hard to accept if you have a mother out there that has no interest in you....believe me, I know. Sincerely, Mary (Report) Reply

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