I dream of the stars.
I dream of my mother’s eyes.
Dark like silent midnight skies
filled with those stars.
I am one of those stars.
Her compassion is
the warmth of night
the softness of
shadows
I dream of her first kiss.
I dream of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing like MOMS memory at times.