Let Me Tell You

I’d like to find the hollow of your arms again
like in the first days of my journey
smell the perfume you were wearing that fall
when you gave birth to me in an ocean of love

I’d like to rediscover the graceful woman that you were
when your thin hand slipped on the paper
and your divine artistic talents
give life to beautiful jewelry

I’d like to see your 30-year-old smile again
the one that warmed our hearts
before the trials of life come
taint your future with dark clouds

if I could help you replay the partition
I will give myself body and soul
to make the notes more joyful
but today as I look into your eyes

I’d just like
you to remember
one thing
I love you, Mom

My mom read my poem, and she wrote me back.