Trophy Mother Poem by Antonio Liao

in a little while the kiss
has grown into adults, seeing the world
through eyes
of a tender lap of loving arms,
surrounded with, mighty droplets of sweat
cherish of the father's palm


the loom sprouted like cheery,
that pawn every laughter of cry; cheek
to cheek with pain of happiness, trap in
a limbo of a peeping heart of respect


thou each parcel gathered has gone
and turn into pieces to make
it as a whole; vanish even it hurt every smile
and weep aftershock is what
conquers most


indeed a winner never gives
up the cup, but break it until it
savor the taste that it gives