The Daughter.... Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

THE DAUGHTER....POEM NUMBER 1114

The feeling of a daughter
one with full lament

and one with full
complement,

and constantly
that nurturing feeling
emotional and loving
caring
helping
as her greatest gratitude
constantly in solitude,

she is constantly thinking
that her dear mother
on the other side
of the earth,
called paradise,
she is in heaven,
has her daily needs, her husband,
daughter's beloved father,
also helps her

her Mom
from the strong mother, emotional and physical
and rational too,
till a mother full of woe,

these words are for my beloved mother, always with love and peace,
rest in peace,
dear Mother,
rest in peace....

from Sylvie who loves you very very much!

something to celebrate?
something to update?
something of gold?
something from very old?

you have celebrated my birthday each year abundantly!

I still remember,
that tropical disease I got,
since I was very naughty, I was with the nanny outside the house,
I ask the nanny that sweetest ice,
my dear nanny was always nice,
and she bought that for me,
but I got sick, a tropicaI disease,
the doctor told my mum,
from this disease I could die,
and I almost died,
but my beloved mum prayed each day,
ev'ry morn and night
I heard her crying and sobbing
Ev'ry morn, noon, and night

A toddler's impressions that never left her heart

she only knows that she loves her mum very very much
until the end of time....


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Tuesday 12 May 2020
Dutch Noon