I whirled so hard to meet you, beloved, mother but war was an obstacle.
It gashed our hearts to divest you,
You did not go alone,
For a hunk of us went with you,
But now my heart is splitting because you are no longer here with us.
When I imagine your courteous heart, mama and all those doting lifespans.
Your memories girdled me, and I can't hold back the tears.
You truly were my best well-wisher,
Eminence I could whisper in,
You always had a green embrace
trepidation and mellow grin.
Endless love and blessings, mummy.
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