Mother

I watch your chest rise and fall.

Rise and fall.

Rise and fall.

I count the freckles on your face.

Three or four?

Must be more.

I can’t see it clearly,

So I look closely by the lamplight.

Why is it that you look different up close?

No worries and pain.

No scowls or sorrows.

We have a hard life don’t we?

But right now it looks perfect to me.

I watch your chest rise and fall.

Just you wait Ma,

Everything will look better tomorrow.