Mother's Day Poetry - "Ode to a Loving Mother"

In my heart,

There is a place that is unfathomable.

It has never been asked.

You It is the fire of hope,

It illuminates my future and hope for me,

In every dark night,

It’s you,

In every cold night,

It’s you who gives me endless warmth,

It starts to rain in the sky,

Your pale fingertips caress my temples

I can’t help but hold on to your clothes tightly, just like I did when I was a child

p>Oh, mother

In order to keep your disappearing figure

Although the morning light has cut the dream into smoke wisps

I still dare not open my eyes for a long time Open your eyes

I still treasure that bright red scarf

for fear that washing it will make it lose your unique warmth

Haha , mother

Isn’t the passage of time equally ruthless

I’m afraid that memory will also fade away

How dare I open its screen so easily

I once cried to you for a thorn

Now with the crown of thorns, I dare not

I dare not moan

Oh, mother< /p>

I often look up at your photos sadly

Even if the call can penetrate the loess

How dare I disturb your sleep

I still I dare not display the sacrifices of love like this

Although I have written many songs

To the flowers, to the sea, to the dawn

Oh, mother

My sweet and deep yearning

It is not a torrent, not a waterfall

It is a dry well that cannot sing among the flowers and trees