Mother Scolds Me For Just Sitting Down Poem by jerlyn eguia

mother scolds me for just spending my day
sitting down and gazing at the porch
my eyes are like butterflies hovering from one
flower to another
feasting on the beauty of the landscape
a mango tree full of fruits
a green grass spreading on the path
sparrows and finches like ribbons
on the tree tops

mother thinks that i am a lazy woman
making sins with my idleness

silence is my respect for elders
i smile alone and she thinks that i have to see my psychiatrist

how can i tell mother that i am a poetess in the making?
that i have so many dreams in different colors?
that Buddha merely sat under the banyan tree
that poets and poetesses merely live
inside the castles of their hearts