MOTHER'S DAY GIFT
Mother,
kind with smiles
and devoted with love
once or for life.
Mother,
her breasts,
plump or withered,
source of my life.
Mother,
her face,
pretty or wrinkled,
source of my baby smiles.
Mother
never expects
returns for my
sucking her nipples with piercing bite,
bending her back with my ride,
reddening her eyes with my midnight cry.
Only when I grow up
I realize
how great mother has been
though she is now very fragile.
I am duty-bound
to take good care of mother
and safeguard her
with all my might and right.
On the eve of
Mother's Day 1999
she was hurt
by deadly missiles.
Enraged
like a female lion
I ran out to reason
with the responsible guys.
Revenge
blood for blood,
Down with
whoever sent the missiles.
Seeing my injured mother
I vow to take better care
of her from now on
though I lost for smile.
Bending
over her ears I murmured
this is my gift for you,
my dear mother.
May 9, 1999 in Toronto