Mother, I

I am walking on the path between flowerbeds where the flowers the mother cared and grew for the daughter whom she loved are now in full bloom O dear mother, the elegance of the flowers is your graceful image O dear mother, the scent of the flowers is your beautiful nature I am standing in the midst of the valley where your mind flows as a stream of tears When I, the little girl who learned how to spell a word mother and showed it to you with a great pride though it was written on the paper with poor hand, was molested by a sorceress of darkness, and therefore, confined to bed with burning lips, sweats on the forehead, and holding the air tightly in the small fist, you were knelt, held on the hem of the wicked and ugly sorceress, and begged with tears, “For I ask you, please don’t torture my little girl any more. For I kneel and beg of you, please don’t take my child away from me” I am standing in the plain of mother’s sorrowful mind where your daughter’s name echoes in darkness One day, at time of my junior year in the high school, I ran away from home, I ran away annoyed by my own wrong doing that was pointed out by you, and therefore, got grounded In that day, I was foolish enough to think that everything that expanded in front of my eyes should be for my favor, and therefore, I was fascinated by a warm spring day’s shimmering air floating on distant mound, flew away dancing in the air like a butterfly, which charmed by the colorful flowers, overcame with their sweet nectar And that day, however, as your call dwindled, the darkness deepened, and darkness deepens; I was frightened more and more. As your voice diminished, I felt lonesome all the more. And for darkness and the loneliness turned into the anguish that of more than I can bear, dragging weary feet, I returned home with a heavy heart Nevertheless, you embraced me in your bosom and said “Not you but your mother was the one to be blamed for all these troubles, it was not you but I made my poor daughter angry” You are tapping my soul’s window that is fixed fast since you gone to the world beyond. You are knocking at my mind’s door that is closed tightly since you returned to the home in better land After all, you came deeply in my heart through the gap split open in the soul’s window. After all, you entered in my heart of hearts through the crack broke open in the mind’s door and, now, you are caressing my aching heart with tender and loving care