mom.

Some say, If my eyes was not too blind to see
And if my mind was not so indifferent and busy
I will realize that i’m too blind, my stupid eyes
And have a cold and stubborn heart as ice

I didn’t see her, walking weakly — without fear
And I will surely realize,– the change in her hair
That starts turning gray as her step moving farther
And farther, with all kind of pain she has suffer

Well, for this long I didn’t realize the sign
I didn’t notice, and I had been being blind.
until I, something so weakly to be heard
silently said like the weakest whisper
“I am a mother”,——— voicelessly and quiet.
and she, never! — for a second, said,– “I’m tired”

(surely!! a relflection)