I woke up early a few days before Chinese New Years after having a dream about mom. I immediately set to writing this poem.
The moon illuminates my thoughts
It reflects your face on the river,
the stars shine bright like your soul
your enormous heart that filled the deepest crevases.
Your music that brought the dead sea to life,
your laugh now echoes between the Himalayan Mountains like
a yodler in all her glory.
Your wisdom is a secret whispered in the wind.
I feel my memories of you, senses electric.
Your love given to me so patiently
Will always be in this world, my heart.
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beautiful Hols
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