I tied my hair into a bun
Was surprised, looked exactly
like my mom!
The desire to see her once more
Brought me to the mirror again...
The image blurred...
The image blurred, as tears rained..
Mothers are an inseparable part
Though mortal..they live on...in every mortal Heart! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I invite you to read my poem, Her Daughter, as I know exactly what you were experiencing. I too, lost my mother years ago, but still see her face in my every day. A delightful poem you have shared. Thank you! PEACE