Meiling 1202

My mom

To encourage me from nervousness,

anxiousness, my mother clamly
speaks not a blam.
Not sweet like others,
straight as shooting a bow.
I look into her eyes,
two balls stare at me back,
My tears dam broke

I always remember the tale,

her voice, full of love
her face, full with thoughts.
I can recall, between my mother’s arms
not warm like an oven,
not cold like an ocean,
not solitude like an empty dark room
But a cozy homey.

Had you ever met someone like her,

the only one, pull me up from the
deep well, overflow water, blinding.
Your heart, your soul
would give it all to her
sweetest mom in the world.