Mom Power, Yea! You Never, You Never Know Our Mom Can Be A Fighting Soul Poem by Frank Yue

- by Frank Yue and his Better-Half

You never, you never know
Our Mom can be a fighting soul,
Carrying a folding knife in her underwear pocket.
To fend herself going out to the market.
In those days she always carried in her wallet
Some cash, and some more in her inside pocket.
Over three decades ago,
At their flat at Causeway Bay
Where she lived with Dad who was seventy-plus years old,
In broad daylight two robbers climbed down from the rooftop,
Entered through the balcony, tied up Dad and set
About ransacking; then left with valuables and the heavy TV set.

Since then, like a house superintendent stout,
Every night Mom checked everything out
In diligence, closing all windows in sight -
Just in case robbers climb in again at night!
All doors must be safely locked.
All to be kept safe to avoid any shock.
TV must be shut down early by night.
So were all the ceiling lights.
No if's and but's -and that was that.
That was our Mom a few years back.
Hope she can no longer remember any of that