What are you thinking, Mum?
The time when you were young
Spending time in New York City
And being frightened over a coffee machine
Or the night before yr wedding
When my aunties and you got all drunk?
And Auntie Goldie gave you that see-through nightie
For yr honeymoon that you still have
Though, it's torn and faded
I can only imagine what you are remembering
But my memories aren't always good
However, we laugh about in the end
I love you very much
Please know that
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem