Mom's Lap Poem by Ilham Q Moehiddin

In the lower layers of cloth, a white face. Water shawl draped over their shoulders, your bun inserted last moon, as if nothing but a smile tears overflowed. Beautiful clouds rolling in the back sheng shan, wrap the morning sun, worshiped the edge of the luminous cloud when I climb on the color of your cheek bones. Chimaera butterfly perched on the lips. Mother, keep me longing in his left shoulder and in your stomach. Pat your left shoulder when you feel my presence, when your stomach eluslah miss me. Where do I pivot my head? In the corner house next to the crate? O, the shade, rub my head in your lap, at my home, later to You.