Poetry Mom, are you okay in heaven?

Mom, are you okay in heaven?

Do you know that the year we said goodbye

five springs, summers, autumns and winters have passed by

I can no longer hear your even breathing

I can no longer see your caring eyes

But I still miss your coldness and warmth

< p>I will still be there in the rainy late night

Can’t help but think about drying without sunshine

What are you going to wear the next day

I will still be here In the cold wind of wind and snow

Afraid of the fire going out

Without a hot fire for baking

You can only sleep on that little bed

Looking at the snow outside the window and sighing stupidly

Mom, are you okay in heaven?

Did you hear my sigh in the spring night?

Just because you can’t see

At this moment, I cry for happiness

Cry for longing

Mom, are you okay in heaven?

Did you see me again?

The kind neighbor sent me back

I was lying on the roadside sleeping

I was still there. Sleeping soundly in my arms

Did you see me again

I was crying and waiting for my mother

I was bitten by lice and my sleep was not stable

And you vowed never to let your children leave you again

Mom, are you okay in heaven?

Did you see me again

I came back from studying

Like a deer tired of swimming

Quietly guarding you< /p>

I refuse to take another half step

Mom, are you okay in heaven?

Did you see it again

I helped you exercise with determination and cruelty

You sprayed milk on your face

Also Force a smile

The hand that fell off when you lost your temper

And the tears that fell down

Mom, in the past five years

I still dare not look at it

If there is an afterlife these words

I still can’t follow the secular ideas

I miss my mother

< p>Mom, are you okay in heaven?

Do you know me?

I can’t get out of the network of family ties

I have to pay and give again and again for my relatives

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Run and run and run again

Then I will guard you again

Say I am very tired

Mom, are you okay in heaven?

Do you know that today is your festival

My daughter is crying and missing you

I have collected happy flowers for you

< p>I have weaved a ladder of blessings for you

Mom, I hope you have a good life in heaven

As I have fewer worries in the world. . . . . . .