Just a Poem (also my first poem, ha-ha.) Dedicated to Jane, an outstanding woman.

Short dark hair with slender eyes,

Steady feet of might, skinny thighs stick like.

Big mouth on the face of a moon's surface,

Heavy glasses carrying unspeakable menace.

Mom, that is------

Embracing the girl in countless times;

Not just minutes but weeks through sighs.

Having not an ideal daughter,

She saunters, not a teeny bit sour:

"No changes will there be in your personality,

you are already damn fourteen"



Instead of scolding, she teaches me to ride a motor,

To pay back, the girl tell her that high up there,

Snowy white birds hover.

In the girl's life she leads,

Like water feeding the thirsty seeds.

"Your dad is a woman and I am a man."

She was cooking already, that year not yet ten.

She danced with her goose,

While the guests were enjoying the food Mom cooked.

They ate and ate,

While she was seized by hunger on New Year's Day.

Growing up, her daughter seemed a smart kid.

Only once did her in her pants peed------

'Cause Mommy is always there when she needs.

Mom dreams that one day her chest could be filled with proud;

Yet, the girl gets obsessed with this Thai Actor, Mario Maurer,

saying that the start of the new semester is still that far.

The girl sets a new goal every single day,

While the mother patiently wait and wait.

"This isn't too late, I don't believe in fate."

The girl is confident, not even knowing the date.

A glimmer of warmth shines bravely in the cold,

"Mom, with your love, I would forever have hope."