i heard the clouds poured
the neighbors’ roofs flowed
but i didn’t see the waters
i felt it must be rain
a man just came here
a not so handsome one
he must not be ugly, the choice
i didn’t see him, just his voice
my mother was here
she can’t speak…
she touched my face
i can tell, her hands were warm and soft
with sagging skin through the years have yielded
she touched my chest, the faster the beat
she embraced me, i was baked by her heat
i touched her eyes, it was wet with tears
i touched her lips, it was quivering, struggling to speak
not a word she uttered, but kisses were showered
love was everywhere, the room has whispered
heavenly when i sniffed, the scent permeating
old smell of her dress revived her years of living…
