Shrunken face: brown, refined and small.
Who reduced you to this diminutive size?
When did you become fragility's core?
You scare me. My days tremble like a cold leaf.
...
Read full text
A beautiful poem about your love and care for your mother.You are very gifted with words.To grow up with such love is a major blessing I've never had. Your writing very much impresses me.
This is so beautiful, i feel your love for your mother. The imagery and meaning are intense. Great write.
A wonderful expression of love for your mother. The poem implies that she is still with you. If so, you are fortunate and should keep cherishing her while you can. I lost my mother more than fifty years ago. She was only 44 years old.