Modern poetry collection "Grateful Mother"

Mother's Day (Poetry) Mom, in the dead of night.

I often miss you.

I miss your eyes when I leave home.

Distant and sad

Covered with the road I am about to travel.

Mom, I want to spend the night before I leave.

The bag you knitted for me

Nayi line

Full of reminders and expectations

Mom, when I was in a foreign land,

Life encounters setbacks, and tears and sweat flow through it.

I often miss you.

When I miss you holding me.

Show me the moonlight.

Mom, you say

Everywhere the moonlight flows.

Your eyes are staring at me.

Wherever I go,

You are all by my side.

Mom, May 13, Mother's Day,

When you live in the country, you don't know this festival.

Are you still working?

In the terraces.

Bend your body, insert seedlings,

Mom, you always want to harvest more food.

Feed more chickens and ducks.

Father bought you a suit when he went to the market to sell chickens.

You said angrily:

Your son needs money to get married. What are you wasting money for?

Mom, I didn't go home during the Spring Festival.

I heard my dad say that you were in a daze, chanting this Spring Festival.

You said you found me a good wife.

You want me to settle down

End the wandering days

But, mom,

How can I give up?

Let you worry about me

From youth to the present

I've got you through this.

Mom, the stars have taken away the changes of the days.

I want to know that after this mother's day

How many white hairs have you added to the ends of your hair?

If my ... parting makes you worry endlessly.

Don't worry, I will be fine and go home safely.

Mom, on the eve of Mother's Day.

I was thinking about you.

Think about the wrinkles on your face.

Youth and color have been sucked away by the growing me.

Miss your smile and white hair

Chapter two, mother in a foreign land, you said softly.

Let's go, I'll stay away from you

I can't see the slightest sadness in you.

Maybe I took it from you.

Left too many times.

A phone call came from my sister.

Always say you.

Sitting alone on the balcony where I write poems.

Standing on the street in a foreign land

I looked at the back of a white-haired woman.

Shout loudly

-Mom

She turned and promised me.

I dodged.

Afraid of her seeing, afraid of her seeing.

Tears in my eyes

Chapter 3 "Holding Mother's Hand in the Dark" Cai Jun

this time

I went back to my hometown alone.

Go to see grandma with mom.

On a big kang

I sleep next to my mother.

At midnight

I was awakened by her.

It's mom.

Put your hand in my pajamas.

Touch my stomach.

Then there is

My arm

My face

in the dark

Mom's hand hesitated.

I guess

I've already

Grow too big

done

I don't move.

Let mom

Touch me

then

I found my mother's hand.

Mom's hand

Very difficult

Like a cornfield in autumn.

We pray for good luck.

Like lovers

each other

Hold it gently

done

Mom fell asleep.

done

Late at night at the age of forty.

My mother and I

Hold hands.

Nobody said anything.

The old house in the northeast

The window is very low

I have lain down.

You can see out of the window.

whole night

outside the window

It always twinkles with stars.

Occasionally I see

Across a meteor in loneliness

let nature take its course

No, I'm the same

Without me.

Grandma is like this.

A slight snoring in the next room.

done

A dark courtyard

A dark kennel

Black cucumber rack

Black mule

The dark village of Tang Wei

black earth

As far as the eye can see.

Without me.

Is the same.

I found it in the dark.

Mom's hand

And then secretly dump it.

Unknown tears

done

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