The child settles the mud to grow up
cling to mother's thin shoulders to become wise
mother carries her child's childhood through the seasons
through the days of hunger and salt
clear mornings and quiet afternoons
peaceful nights filled with wind and moonlight
look up to the sky and ask about the days yet to come
Dig your toes into the sand to explore the future…
Mother cut her life short
to make your dream come true
starry dream heart wrenching
every exchange is full of regret
also smoldering pain to the end of human life.
Half a century long
I pick myself up from every fall
come sit on the old porch
whisper to fifty
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