She and I
The road of growth, I had her.
She was a big tree,
Relied on her, safe and warm.
Her smile likes the sun,
Gave me energy, bravely to go forward.
The memory of growth, I had her.
Held my hand,
Patiently taught me to write.
Laid on my bed,
Softly read an interesting story.
The experience of growth, I had her.
Silent street, she run with hard steps,
Sick me on her back.
Sweat soaked her forehead,
Her worry, her anxiety, I could feel.
The new growth of life, I do not her
Crowded airport
She came to see my off
Tears wet through her orbit I saw
Turn round, I left
If growth was an experience of life,
Then all the things about she and I were on the list of growth.
It recorded our memories, drop by drop.
I miss her often, my aunt,
Whom I call mom.
Something I like about your poem is your emotion and your feeling about your mum is moving.
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ReplyDeleteThis poem touches my heart. When I read it, I can feel what your feeling. I can understand how much you love your aunt who you call mom.
i like your poem because it includes your feelings. this poem touch my heart when i read it, i know what's your feeling when you write this poem.
ReplyDeleteI am so glad to see you have this aunt, I can feel what you feel.
ReplyDeleteWow, ZhaoNa...I was about to cry when I read your poem...it's a hear-touching poem...I loved the line "my aunt whom I call mom." You should definitely let your aunt know that you wrote a poem for her...May be you could translate it and send her a letter...
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