妈

Just looking at you as you approach 50,

I sense someone has wound the ticking clock.

But gazing beyond, I realize..

years have become increments.

In your presence nowadays,

nothing much is said by you..

Yet sharing our problems and challenges

in your midst surprisingly becomes a release...

So much comfort.

Your presence is always..

It drowns out the ticking clock.

Your arms these days are too frail to reach out.

your hands too weak to hold.

Yet, you are always clasping you palms tight

enfolding our struggles and needs in prayer.

Yours is the ever felt prayerful embrace.

It drowns out the ticking clock.

Your history began with no end.

Your love comprehends and

translates helplessness to strength..

Then and now, the same..

Your love just remains..

It drowns out the ticking clock

Forget the ticking clock and age.

At 60,70,80 or even a hundred years

You are.. and you will be forever

A paradox of time and timelessness.

A rare timeplace, a glimpse from the divine.

Love Mom.

妈，母亲节快乐

对不起，有些事情使到大家现在不愉快。