Ma...
.
Without your glass of water
Who would replenish
My midnight thirst?
.
Before dawn who will,
Who will stir my Chocolate
With milk, warm breakfast
.
Before I go to school?
Who will iron
Washed and dried
Beaten wrinkles of
.
My uniform,
And that of my ancestor?
.
Ma, I've grown up.
Alone, lonely
.
Without you
How rough sorrow
How sweet the pain
Wilted weaknessess
.
I have within.
Life is lonely, Ma
Love for strangers
Is as Distant
.
As the wall of a nutshell
That keeps on expanding
A space that keeps on frustrating
The animal kind's thinking.
.
Ma, I've yet another story
Another story to tell yah...
.
end
sav 11-17-07
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Very touching. Mothers are not replacable. Ten for your tribute. As always, Sandra