Your voice in my head was so loud sometimesAn echo of things said when we were youngAn echo of words that sometimes still chimesA lot of times silencing what I sung In sincerest your voice used to be harshBut I too know how I then used to beOur thread of connection we left in sparceClearly […]
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Amidst the piercing storm of coldDuring the gathering of crowsAmong the burials of kinsThere are moments in the warm foldOnes discerning all the harsh woesOne of such when a flame begins
The irony of the word mother in Vietnamese, mẹ, to look synonymous to the English word me. Mẹ oi mẹ, You are the person I love the most in this world and I know how much you love me. I know how much we as your children mean to you. I know how much you’ve
It seems the streams resemble mourning a strangerFamily, extended through my cousin, RiverIf I’m sincere, scarcely did I even know herBut the well is flooding despite distance further Rivers husband, with deep roots, it is his motherPlunged in waterfalls, I never saw them falterThe embrace between her and her treasureNot within the touch of fold
Ty krásko s blonďatým hedvábímČasto tu nad tebou tady myslímPotřebujeme se fakt vyřáditMusím tě brzy někdy navštívitChci od tebe zas další pusynkuA taky další sladkou vzpomínku
Our silver lining of all things we’ve almost forgottenAll of what we each grew up with, separated by silenceSo much I didn’t understand within times of youth back thenWith me just so focused on my thoughts of own selfish lensBut now past my sorrows, now able to focus on othersI so admire your journey not
The smoke of your iqos and candles intertwinedWithin the walls of your white room fully fortifiedYet never ever did I feel out of breath thereYour presence made me feel safe through all of your careThe walls layered with paintings and photos of oldI hope to visit you soon to hide from the cold
December has started and it has gotten coldTo keep warm I put on layers of multifoldAll I today wear is an echo of your careYour clothes you passed down to me that I so daily wearMy femininity to bloom and so much moreYou have defined so many values of my coreYou empowered me to embrace
I remember those days when we’d walk to your homeThrough the muddy road we would always freely roamWhen you picked me up from school and we’d walk the roadSometimes when it got cold you would lend me your coatI sometimes really miss those simpler times of oldBut I’m glad for memories of you when it’s
