A Letter for Mother

Her bloom, her sorrow, 

Spreads everywhere. 

Her gloom, her pain, 

Overflows everywhere. 

If I can really see, 

What remains behind her sight, 

And whole her soul... 

Because, 

What she shows outside 

Never same with the inside. 

So tell me, What are you hiding for?  

I wish if I can really treasure, 

Then I will find... 

What's inside a mother.

( February 2007)