Mother

the mother of mine

I remember when I could only see your face

My squall would raise me up to your cuddle

I remember when I could touch your feet

The maudlin me kept you stayed beside me

I remember when I could reach up your hand

The indulged me hold yours whenever I would

I remember when I could reach your waist

The pampered me hugged you linger

I remember when I could see straight to your eyes

The adolescent me could deeply feel your heart

The little me could barely see you a whole

But I could sentimentally feel every part of you

Now I can entirely look at you

The grown-up me understand rationally how to treat you


But the grown-up me can barely feel yours
I miss the moment when I still looked up at you